Pretence

I see the sad girl with her smile on,
I watch the guy walking with his shirt torn,
I see the limping cow with the twisted horn,
It’s the rule ain’t it? Hold the flower with the thorn..

Where none is black and white, all is grey
Where birds may fly but, eagles will prey
Where humor is often used as a defense,
It’s Life as we know it through a smudged up lens

If ends falter, do means hold good?
And all this is really happening ‘cause it should?
If Truth is a lie and lie is the only truth
Then none of it seems to make any sense..
‘Cause there are no feelings, it’s all just pretence.