Vicious cycle by Dmitry Chaplin

In reflection - The image that is all perfection
It's not the truth it's a projection
A face behind the mask

Fear grows - Rules of the game leave us no choice
To look our best, we always pose
From morning light to dusk.

In the night when shadows veil
From the gaze of ever-prying eyes
Mask falls off and I inhale
Gulp of fate - the whim of rolling dice...
Another life's surprise...

Failing light - The road goes-on into the night
Nothing is ever black and white
There's always something grey

Time goes on - Relentless wheel of life - rolls on
It's hopeless to try and hold on
Nothing will ever stay

Fleeting dream, but sun is rising
Stirring hustle of the city streets.
Game is rigged. Uncompromising
Vicious cycle endlessly repeats.

Through the desert - the road leads from past to present
Under the pale sliver crescent
You are on your own.

In the distance
- Nonexistence
Mirrors lie to those who cannot see.
Just one ride
- on carousel of life
No refunds and no guarantees.

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