Can we ever know another’s truth?
When we shy, far from our own
Can we stand in darkness, linger there?
Become accepting of what is shown?
The stories we strive so hard to hide
Are fiction and nothing more
Created by thought, then held in place
By perpetuating the lore
The real disservice we do ourselves
Is not facing our innermost fears
By avoiding our own reflection
We create all the messy smears
We amplify the voice within
The defensive, looped soundtrack
Believing the lyrics are our own
When they are really, a media feedback
Like lemmings in a video game
A slave to repetitive routine
Expecting others to pay the price
Then complain about quarantine
Uniting as one, uniting on mass
And decreeing enough’s enough
Is how we can all be the change
Then we can really call their bluff