The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.
In that awkward space, somewhere in between
What you’ve done, what you failed to do;
Who you were, the person you failed to become;
The vision you attempted to create,
The reality that took its place,
In a broken culture you couldn't change.
People get lost
Somewhere in between
Where you let them down, and they let you down.
You wonder what you could have done differently?
Who knew? Did They?
They were laughing all along.
You see a good movie the other night.
You know what it means to communicate in codes.
What does that accomplish,
When it’s not that people don’t know the truth;
It's that they don’t care.
Are there others who understand?
Does it matter?
It was a wave. You hopped on. You had your ride.
Did you get there too early?
Or was it always already too late?
Or just too late for you?
You were the pilgrim,
At Vanity Fair waylaid.