Cognizance

Her Prada shoes and the red MAC lips
Sets my mind on an eclipse
Its time for a screech
Although everything is in my arm's reach

While I walk the streets of fright
All covered in bling and off-white
My bare eyes dream of brighter days
With high heels and a pony in darker shades

Only when the mind is wise
 I do realise
That its all a game of dice
A facade of everything nice!