A future taken away, the second it's begged to stay. 

A man pleads for no reason "other than the currency he's told" we have no hold on you.

we search around and group ourselves based on pretences so closed so real that we turn around and call them fake,

so fake that they stand tests of time and testing mine I have nothing to compare, a view so scared and torn each direction as I stand erecting buildings in my sight so I can not see,

no longer the plight of a shared vision but the insane, innane fight for a simple young man to lead a life with misdirection as I find a simple question "are we together in this?"

they say no and I stow away the pain,