He sought to hide in a brilliant disguise
But, when he stepped outside he met his demise
Into not, he wandered, beset with grief
For that life, was way fonder than death, you see

From now til neverending immense in his pain
The listlessness begat, and filled him with shame
You see, he revealed in plastic, it all seems so fake
Reality is like elastic, it streatches you out of shape

Take heed, in his failings, for it shouldn't be for not
Feeling decayed, like he has been left here to rot
To never he seeks, opposed by his existense
Seeking shelter from the storm, or king’s resistance

In the end, it wasn’t real, and life will go on
He learned his lessons and reaped what was sown
Life spins, sometimes completely out of shape
All that matters is how much you can take
© John Hayes