hand-crafted illusion

[xmy.only.exitx]

Its hard to reconcile the heart with reason
To pull its hand with a logical grip and we all know
Everything sounds beautiful out of a wise man's mouth
Even if he's just throwing words around.
Reality consists of floral curtains and incandescent lamps
Under which your dreams burn like moths,
Trying to reach for the light.
You keep your lies in a bottle by your bedside
And they give you a good night's sleep,
And God bless you thats all you want.

[fishingthe_sky]

Hmm. This seems more like three separate ideas than a single cohesive one. They have a similar tone and a vague but similar metaphoric pattern, but are not unified. None are bad, though. Lines 5-6 are the best of the bunch.