By now i know

My own tendency
To first idolize
And then be disillusioned
Slowly as i begin to discover
Their feet of clay
And then completely
As i begin to tire of them
To judge them

How will i save myself
From rose tints
When i see my next idol?
And how will i stop myself
From becoming bitter?

For
Once all the idols are over
The world
Will reveal itself
To be a facade

And i will have
Nothing to live for