Friday, June 7, 2013

How It's Said

No matter how it's said
I still can't see the thread
No matter what the ink can do
Don't let it get a hold of you
Can a visionary really be
The one who could never see
As the standards seem to break
Drown the oddities in the lake
But the scribbles seem to show
How much you may really know
Delusional living on the brink
This is what I really think
Society didn't want it this way
But do they really have a say
Intruding and giving back with ink
When they say "No one care just what you think"
Blur it all, blur the fact
That all the rhymes have cracked
Blur it all, blur the lies
That the dying bird always cries

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