Smoky Avenues

They say.
They say we are one of many,
That we live multiple lives.
They say we are never the same,
But always travel by lies.
They say.
They say we live in fear,
That one day we will forget.
That the only lie worth living,
Has turned out to be regret.
They say.
They say we are all worthless,
That no one has a soul.
They say we wonder the streets,
By-passers with a touch so cold.
They say.
They say life is just a time-slot,
And that no one really cares.
That we are our own God,
And its our reflection that stares.
They say.
They say we were built to hurt,
That we have been cursed,
They say we weren’t meant to smile
But live by the worst.
They say.
They say, when we are alone,
That’s when we remember best.
All the dreams once true,
Has come to its rest.
They say.
That say that Love is a lie,
That its core is brutal and fake.
But that it turns us human,
Even just for a seconds break.
They say.
They say it’s better to have lost,
That disappointment is our key.
They say life is a fallen avenue,
And death is the only way free.
They say.
So they say.