They like to contemplate the arts,

To hide from real world demands,

Pretence and facade obscure the facts,

Keep reality from our hands.

We sing and dance, cavort and play,

And hide from the demands of life,

Thinking that pretence and games,

Will hide from us the strife.

The world we’re in, what we should do,

Is help make all things right,

Instead we hide from days so harsh,

By escape into the night.

Change the world by working hard,

And showing that you care,

Thought bubbles ’bout what is unreal,

Will burst and leave you bare.