Is not your life
Robed and hijacked
By society’s mantra
Must one pretend
That what is real is not real
Or
What is not real is real
And not just a fairy tale

It opens the door and lets it begin
But tries its best to keep Puff in
Once it crosses the line
It can never return again

Truth is only the truth if one
Thinks it’s the truth
Satisfying a conscience
Sacrificing others liberties

Yet
The sun will shine
The rain will fall
Night(darkness) turns to day(light)
Children still play
Lovers still hold to true love ways

Is fellowship dead?
Do we no longer break bread?
One must pray that it’s not official
That society has  become addicted
To the artificial
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Song from
Pippa Passes

“The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn:
God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world”
Robert Browning
(1812-1889)
How Ironic!