My unicorn cup is filled to the brink
Of tiny Endorphins and foggy fear
When i start my day.
I will collect rusty coins and colourful tokens
For each time I say the truth
And my face doesn’t lie.
I know the theory very well,
What to is best to say
How to stand
And the way to behave.
Theory will give it all to me,
But it does not feel right.
I will find the theory for me
Maybe no career, maybe only truth.
And the crowd pretended not to know
The real reason behind the happenings.
Silent faces and thin smiles
Surround those who play dirty
And those who portray a reality
in sharp colours
Removing the tones that give joy
The expected reaction is easy to give
yet painful to live
as a sweetener in the coffee
It fools you for only a little while
While it makes you thrive for honesty.