Why is life so much a pretence?
what is it that makes us live a lie?
we spend our time pretending this
we spend our time pretending that
what is it in mankind's makeup
that makes us live a life of deceit?
Harmless is most of our pretence
and yet that doesn't make it right
for some it is a game, for some a
we go through life pretending
and never realize the lie we are
for pretence becomes a part of giving.
We pretend we're happy when we're
we pretend we're sad and know its
we pretend to be in love and yet
that really fascination is on show
most of the time we do not even realize
that the face we show others is a
How do we ever find out that another
doesn't mean what they say or say
what they mean? How can we make our
ever become more real and face the
that comes from not pretending? Perhaps
the answer is to just pretend.