Masquerade
Location
Hiding past struggles of surgery behind eyes
That could shake the greatest poker player ever alive
Behind these shades are pupils that my pupils won’t see
The tears that masquerade as rain beneath my feet
I’m finally at a point in my life where I can cope
I excel in something that’s greater than losing hope
Something’s telling me that I’m slipping down this slope
Can a red herring save me from the fallacies of growth?
A post hoc ergo propter hoc of a dream
Will always lead to the failures of my supreme scheme
My life is only starting and I’m finding what it means
The needle and this thread is never as it seems
But now I see a light that’s at the end of my tunnel
A life of new beginnings is spinning out from the rifle
If I can catch the bullet of triumph in my teeth
Then maybe I can drop the filter so you can see me.