Raw.
Can't this reality be anything but raw?
Why can't we all possess the imagination
that allows artists to slip into what they draw?

The imagination's secret is simplicity;
yet few will ever acknowledge it genuinely.
So we're left to ask "Why can't they see?"
"Why can't we be?"

How am I to blame? to blame?
For another person's temptations
taking them into a child's game.

It will drive you insane:
adopting somebody else's pain.
When there is nothing left to gain,
you will finally see someone's true face.
There are only so many masks one can create.