As solid as it may seem to you
He stood tall; he stood still; he stood proud.
With wit and charm, standing out from the crowd
Promising excitement and something so new.
Though is what you see something true?
Cuz it's not the same once you've turned around
And what's said low is not what's said loud
And you're left sitting pondering it through.
Can we start to believe all that we see
It never was real; not here and not now
But we choose to go on and pretending it all
And we'll never be over and never be free
By the way we continued with this furrowed brow
And we throw ourselves down and continue to fall.
[ G.B - October 31st, 2008. ]