Lies have spun, a web so vast
The truth, no longer seen
A history not replete with fact
On make-believe, you wean
Words, cast with apparent ease
Unsteady they do stand
Illusions of, what did occur
Integrity, a foreign land
Hiding in the shadows now
The lessons to be learnt
Will you stand and face yourself
Or continue to be burnt?
Judgements mirror, your own mind
Reflecting how you feel
The chaos, just a smoke screen
Of all the promises you steal
My wardrobe was defenceless
As I set forth on my cull
To strip bare every hanger
To be decisive and not mull
Clothes littered every surface
Synthetic fibres filled the floor
From the vintage to the modern
As I emptied every drawer
Moth-riddled knits, of old assumptions
Threadbare, unravelling at the seams
No longer held the pure allure
Of their purchase-day, bought dreams
Jeans of different coloured denims
Bought to lift and shape and tuck
Promises broken like their zippers
Now in a pile and ready to chuck
Of all the glittering dresses
That did confidently project
A shiny armour of pretence
Their own bias, just circumspect
Stylish layers of anticipation
To wear close and to the skin
No longer touched, by hands of another
Are now lifeless and wearing thin
Too much material to handle
In garments for every event
Just a preoccupied illusion
Of my cloth-made discontent
We’ve thought ourselves into a corner
Got ourselves in a really tight bind
By believing we know all the answers
That we can implement change, with our mind
Society is festering, in stagnation
Beyond the hype, there is rot at its core
Our days of denial are numbered
Our shelf-life, is indefinite no more
There really is, only so much thinking
That can carry, the almighty weight
Of the lumbering, half-asleep masses
Who must be woken, before it’s too late
To take stock of their need to accumulate
To displace their own feelings of guilt
Which ironically create far more problems
In this foundation-less world we have built
Who are they, banking all of the billions?
That are bringing this world to its knees
To whom do we owe all this money?
It’s time to reveal, the greedy loanees
We all have a choice not to follow
But it requires us to face our worst fear
And to see that it’s all an illusion
When we do that, it will all disappear
shiny pebbles 