The Difference

The difference in what you and I see
Is only what we perceive to be reality
And even if I were to take off your veil
You still wouldn't be able to see what is real
Because reality is optional
While insanity is all it seems
At least it explains the chaos
When I look outside of me
I guess that it is all a game
We play throughout our lives
And those who quit too soon
We dismiss and label suicides
But do we really need deities
To soften our realities?
If you were smart if you were I
Take my advice just live and die
Don't play the game that others do
Just speak your message and hope its true

Why do we waste our time in this haze?
Why do we always do what Simon says?

We walk around in Nike's
and pretend we are sensitive
we walk around the poor
pretending they aren't there
we walk inside the tanning booths
and burn away our naturalness
we walk around with others like us
pretending we don't care
we graduate and leave
off to college to support all our dreams
we fake-cry good byes then go on our own
each of us thinking that we are grown
we get good jobs and then submerge in strife
in losing that so perfect happy life
and every night we sit and pray
our precious things wont be taken away
and your paranoia grows
till you can feel it to your toes
and you live to the very last nerve
while all this time you merely serve
to the companies that grow richer
every time the people get poorer
and you instigate your problems with your fears
until you're living with the horror
that no matter what you try to do
it will always come right back at you
and you seek sanctuary in religion
so now you are just another pigeon
and the fools are the philosophers
the jokers are the preachers
the mentors are the crazies
and the liars are the teachers
And we insure our death won't go unheard
So we make wills that spread the word
"He's dying off! Lets be his friend"
and we die with our enemies holding our hand

This game goes on I feel trapped
For not believing all the crap
Maybe it's not so lucky to be special
And if you knew you couldn't help
The world in any way
Could you really face yourself in the mirror
Could you bear to see a broken dream
Am I so wrong to think these things
Can I be blamed for speaking truth
Is there no limit to the hypocrisy
which binds me to the wretched place
that  people proudly call their home?

Why am I afraid that I will end up living in the shadow of what I should have been?