Wandering aimlessly in the dark world
we call life.
We look at our forcasts
which are vaguely similar to crystal balls,
just another blind eye
into the future.
we call life.
We look at our forcasts
which are vaguely similar to crystal balls,
just another blind eye
into the future.
Our eyes can be worthless tools
we heavily rely on,
with which you cant see true love, personalities
or emotions
these are straight from the heart
things we can see better
in a dark closet
than under a million
spot lights
shining down on earth
time and time again
but most people stumble about
their lives
never taking the time
to stop and look with something
other than their own
two eyes
they fail to stop and think
with their emotions
their mind
their heart
which is their loss,
to these people
the blind fail to see.
true, although
that is physical,
the blind can see a
world so vivid
that others completely miss
what the blindest of people
can see
without opening their eyes
for a moment.
Poetry by Justin M.
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Written on 2006-10-24 at 22:57
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we call life.
We look at our forcasts
which are vaguely similar to crystal balls,
just another blind eye
into the future.
"Wandering aimlessly in the dark world..."
Wandering aimlessly in the dark worldwe call life.
We look at our forcasts
which are vaguely similar to crystal balls,
just another blind eye
into the future.
Our eyes can be worthless tools
we heavily rely on,
with which you cant see true love, personalities
or emotions
these are straight from the heart
things we can see better
in a dark closet
than under a million
spot lights
shining down on earth
time and time again
but most people stumble about
their lives
never taking the time
to stop and look with something
other than their own
two eyes
they fail to stop and think
with their emotions
their mind
their heart
which is their loss,
to these people
the blind fail to see.
true, although
that is physical,
the blind can see a
world so vivid
that others completely miss
what the blindest of people
can see
without opening their eyes
for a moment.
Poetry by Justin M.
Read 890 times
Written on 2006-10-24 at 22:57
Tags Wander Forecast Blind
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