I pretend to be something I’m not, chasing a dream that needs to be forgot.
I’m here, living out this day, in a body that doesn’t want to stay.
My mind finds the time to contemplate – with the chime – that gives off this delirious find.
Pretending with life.
Pretending with friends who laugh at my strife.
Pretending with my wife.
Pretending with all this energy that wants to shoot forward to the afterlife.
I pretend with the layers – forging my perspective of reality.
The sun shines on my day, over where my children play.
They kiss me goodnight in the darkness of the fright.
It’s then, I wonder, I remember, I cry in my mind
Because I know what this is, a picture of a delicate kind.
Pretending to know it all, when someone asks me a question; I have no answers for.
Pretending to see the pain of suffering from the digital social screen between dawn.
Pretending to fight off a lion, in a concrete jungle that’s too small.
Pretending with lying, while making a sweet cupcake that tastes good to all.
Pretending is easier than life, people will follow you and forget.
We all pretend in the end, even when life fights away death.
The truth is hard to sell – when pretending with covers and layers of this shell.
Let’s all keep on pretending – so we at least have a story to tell.
Pretending with life.
Pretending with friends who laugh at my strife.
Pretending with my wife.
Pretending with all this energy that wants to shoot forward to the afterlife.