When all art is dead,
When dissenting opinion is all but extinct,
When all the crazy people you marginalize are healed,
Who will tell you that you've died inside?
Who will shine a light in the dark corners of your mind?
Who will make you ask yourself if maybe, just maybe,
Things are not as they really are?
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC