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Why would it tell a lie?
It wouldn't tell a lie to keep my spirit high
I've always had to try
To push myself toward more than my
Optimum heart and my forward soul
But the condition declines and deprives the whole
Vim and vigor from the life that I led
These beautiful, circling dreams in my head
Keep providing me with faint glints of relief
This sickness will never deter my belief
How can't I think of the most that can be
While I am crippled by such stagnancy?

Debilitation's constraints are numbing me
But I'm still hoping for hypertrophy
The constant smile obscures the rift
but it appreciates the gift
I will never let my dreams go adrift
Because the future can only uplift

Into the trench, the body descends
Slowly, through time and its remaining sands
Now only my courage is buoying me
With affirmations and positivity
Every stroke and every breath is overflowing

But could it tell a lie?
It wouldn't tell a lie
To keep itself alive
It didn't have to try
Sells itself on nothing more than time
Sells itself to simply be the lie of everything alive
Everything you'd ever want to buy
Little things you never thought you'd try
More than anything you maybe want to find
What keeps the dream alive
I never thought I'd see so little in my life
The little dream I have of waking up to sleep
Nothing I could see could make me want to weep
More than menacing premises circling
Collective dreams of love