With A Twist Of Forbidden Truth

As if flashes of light, These days come to pass so fast. And those hanging onto vivid memories, Of times that are gone... With a taking of them family and friends, That from 'this' world have moved on... Seems as if the life we live, Is just a dream in the scheme of things. And here we are... Illusioned by myths. And other fantastic historic tales to tell, About an existence left mostly to interpretation. To sweeten imaginations with the calling of it reality. But how much of it really is... Reality? And to 'whom' do we credit our perceptions? And at what price have those paid to distort the truth? Or... Could it be a possibility, We are already in the midst of that being witnessed? As it is being described as a re-focusing of purpose. With a twist of forbidden truth broadening the minds, Of those wisening with wider eyes.