He'd think it all was fact
If he didn't know any better
Took a look for himself
Beyond celluloid dreams
Behind the curtains of their theatre
Might just sing their songs
Overblown
Too many notes to dwell upon
But you could say that he knew better
Had heard the harmonies
Of struggle upon the breeze
Lifted to a great creator
He didn't see the wrong
With his being
Until he stared in the mirror
The one beyond all eyes
Never seen
Til someone's staring back at you
That you thought you knew
But all those tears
It made him better
Forced him to look
At all those spaces between characters
Between words
And after thoughts finished
And forever
On to dreams
Of the greatest joke played
Upon those who stared out
And looked into his mirror
Living a one truth
Yet condoning a prison of lies.
It always is the truth
If you don't know any better...
©2011cchristopherbess
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