I am not real
Just a colour on a page
A number
A zero one
A pixel painted
A water stain tainted
A dog eared book
Not a second look
But that’s ok I’m learning
How this new world order works
I’m learning
How to cook the books
You right the wrongs
To keep the looks
You sweep away
Then burn the brush
It’s hard to let go
When you have it all
If letting go is
A visible fall
You don’t believe in love
Just a new version of a cold hearted man
Gets used to winning all he can
You stopped making sense
Before you learned how to live