Back to something trustworthy

It wasn't the same.
The truth had vanished.
Trust had evaporated.
The words were hollow.
Nothing could be believed anymore.
Substance had become absence.
It was fake.
Just a show.
Now just a roadshow.
A ghostly memory,
like looking into the dead eyes of a corpse.
Remembering those creepy mechanical automatons
of the early Epcot Center,
and thinking,
yes, that was it.
That was it exactly.
Time to move on.
Past the automatons.
Back to truth.
Back to something
trustworthy.