Thinking of unfulfilled dreams
and hopeless hopes
I turn my attention outwards
to the expressionless faces that
repress characters
in favour of an impression
they want to have on me
oblivious to each other’s
truthful thoughts
as we nod to the fabrication
of our souls
scared of a misunderstanding and
an acceptance of a lie after all

dead in our hearts
half-alive in our minds
feigning pretence for passion
and hope with the grind
On a rocket coming back to earth
burning in the atmosphere
not at all set for maximum impact
but still trying to enjoy the view after all

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