World Built On Sand

In your enchanted land
In your strange demi-world
Live delusions
That excite your ego,
Caress your vanity

A bit of hypocrisy
Some connections
And to have a ready tongue
Then you create a magic frame of big world

Simulated friendships
Invented events
Some achievement
You enjoy living in this illusory show

You dive in a charming dream
And you let the others believe in it
But what will remain of nothing?
What will remain of you?