The Price of illusions

Some things are hard to bluff
Like the price of illusions
Look over the edge
Truth found in the margins
Pragmatism by tribal hypocrisy

Nomads under crying Angels
And marble Saints
Whispering the lessons
Simplicity fascinating
Flames burning to a rhythm
Dancing in the twilight
Realizing the things that make one happy
Differentiating for the things that don’t
Indifference to all the teenage drama
No matter the letters behind their names

Some things are hard to ignore
Standing on a bluff looking over the edge
Like the price of illusions
And truth in the margins
Pragmatic tribal hypocrisy

Marble Saints looking around
Silent screams of self importance
Angels crying in the background
Feathers wafting in delusions
Nomads walking into fiery horizons
Flames burning to a rhythm
Engrained by nature
Divinity preordained
Mysticism of questioning happiness
Indifference to the people that no longer matter
The people that no longer matter

Some people are hard to bluff
The ones that looked into your soul
That is the price of your illusions
The truth in the margins of your heart
Because I can’t take you seriously
Hypocrisy is not a tribal right

Nomads come in the night
Under the watchful eyes
Of crying angels
And marble saints
Whispering lessons
To the faint of heart
Expediency in the truth
Simplicity fascinating
Flames burning to the rhythm
Dancing in the twilight
Realizing the things that make me happy
Differentiating for the things that don’t
Indifference to everything in the past

Some things are hard to bluff
Like the price of illusions
Look over the edge
Truth found in the margins
Knowing when to stop
Even when there is more
Then one meaning