This World In Reality

This world in reality is a soft kind of beat;

It gives us a pretense and confines defeat,

And we're all living with crazies; the Crazies like Me!

From nothing to zero, you satirize the fool,

From infant to Hero; The Myth is your tool--

It sounds like chatter just include talking too,

This world is a place where Hate does persist,

Enchanting the view where only Love should exist,

You've fallen like Clowns from Smile to the grifts...

It's a beatnik agenda no one can save

Being in Costume, aghast, no stand can shake,

You've taken the leaf 'fore Spring turned it's fate

This World in Reality, is a soft kind of beat,

Guiding the Tempo, it'll take all you Reap

Until you're old, and broken, with no time to sleep...

This World in Reality is a soft kind of beat,

This World in Reality is a cruel place to be;

This World in Reality is a soft kind of beat.