Delusions

And the world's so bright

When I'm out walking,

This city paints a picture too mesmerising

Bright faces, haughty paces, happy talking.

And the week-day slaves shine in malls,

Like stars, shimmering in the night sky.

But back in my room at 12',

There's no moon no star, not a single firefly.

And these never-ending glistening posts,

Show only smiles, good-looks, glam and vibe.

These memes and slang, smokes and beer,

Is this all that is, for the modern tribe?

Here comes a contract labeled 9-to-5

"Hey! Why don't you sign-for-life."

And live in your own delusions,

Fuck change and revolutions.