Everything but the Sun

Everything is a cliché
- but the sun
Shiny cars flashing by
Decorated folks
Having only fun

Another flight
Another plane
You did not care about anything
You did not care about us

Only uttered words you did not mean
Like you learned nothing in school
Except some false Hollywood lines
It was not easy to fake sincerity

Was I so submerged in painful truth
And bitter, sharp, stinging honesty
That I had to diversify with you?
To balance my extreme with yours?!

One knows one of its own
And since I did not recognize you
It must mean I am unlike you
And you not like me

It was you who was drawn to me
Not the other way around
So it was you who sought balance
In essence, maybe, after all

And now that the mask is down
That you could no longer keep it
And exposed your face became
I can see clearly, more directly

The covert conartist you are
The suave mafioso,
The crooked crook
Who talks himself out of the truth

The lies mingle with reality
Threads here and there
Until so intertwined they become
That impossible it becomes to tell

Fact from fiction
Truth from reality
The game Truth or dare
Too much myth to care

A flat enigma to sustain
A sick condition to withstand
A puffed duality to conceal
A mirror image to reveal