Belief is Reality

We will habitually deride anything that carries distinction from our personal extent Our hearts forever sealed, faces etched in ugliness, minds inescapably corrupted I am reaching out to you, and you only scoff Enthralled in your own hands Consumed by repellent reverie Bound and utterly uncompromising I am reaching out to you, and you confidently ignore You always scoff I am reaching out to you No will listen. None will change