Behind The Scenes

February 7, 2014

The World as we know it ,

Isn't really the world as we know it.

We simply cannot see everything that goes on.

There are not enough hours in a day to report all that goes on.

So we pick and choose what the world sees, but dig a little deeper

And you get even more illusioned.

You can never know and will never know.

The world we are presented.

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