Illusionary Sunshine

I’ve turned to face the mirror
to see whether I shine.
Am I building, or dropping litter?
A smile-faker by design?
Turn the lights on to see it all,
truth in the sudden glow.
Our dreams have all gone awol,
gone to watch the show.
Have we wandered away too far
From our road to salvation?
Playing games in hell’s boudoir
to sew our own damnation.
Turn to face your filthy sunbeams,
you’re never faking rain.
The summer isn’t what it seems,
it’s the end of truth, again.


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