Masquerade

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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.

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