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In the Act
I believe everyone at some point in their lives
Is guilty of sheer naivety
Whether it be in ones youth, perceiving the world through a fluffy cloud
Sunshine without the coldness of rain
Life without the arrival of death
Innocence places a pretty face on a pedestal
It will gaze, blinded by the glow of a smile
A facade powdered with many hues
Words peppered with charm
Tones heightening with hope
At what age does one become knifed with
Cynicism
The one that creeps in from the backdoor of the studio
And pulls down the curtain
A pretty face loses its colour
Describing a sociopaths dreamland
..this is where they harvest still unaware smiles.