You think you’re here to study, are you sure you’re here to learn
You fill your cups with coffee, and hope your eyes will earn.
A’ bit of knowledge, A’s and B’s or just approval from those who see.
But truth of vision or sparks of lies, outward is shown our other sides.
The demons who dance into the light, to fool the world with only sight.
They twist and weave to bake their schemes, unknown are we, trapped in our dreams.
We paint our face, and choose our dress, to assemble forth at his behest.
But do we know, or understand, our lives are not, but a command?
Outfits say so many things, to perfect fit & marveling.
Hair is shaped, and structured so, do any see what lies below?
A whispered sound, or catchy tune, it brings us by, this very room.
But loss of soul, and troubled mind, we spin and fall from the divine.
So now we drink and show ourselves, the truth subdued put on a shelf.
A custom cast through ritual born, drinks of brew and clothing worn.
Few will see what hides within, the real fear & depth of sin.
Can we break this cast we’ve sewn, or is it fate, to live alone?