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The hard truth is easy to hide Life's never as good as we'd like it Expectations are always too high Only when it's too late do we accept Our fate and admit that humans can't fly
We all take a ride down to Ego, that place Where all dreams come alive, where the King's suit of clothes pass as fashionable Robes and the hard truth is easy to hide
Effort's tiring without due reward, given Time it's quite clear life's a fraud, so Much in this world is of thankless return
You'd think that we'd learn but we don't
©Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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