Don't close your eyes,
Although you despise.
The reaction of my generation,
Amounts to nothing in many lives.
Few have seen the lies of these lives,
And fewer can mend what we've contrived.
Many think they can, but everyone knows:
A damaged hammer cannot fix another,
And those whose hearts are short of truth,
Can only infect each-other.
The lies of the eyes contrive skeems like spies,
Who all report back to the unseen eyes!
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 9:56 PM UTC
Don't close your eyes,
Although you despise.
The reaction of my generation,
Amounts to nothing in many lives.
Few have seen the lies of these lives,
And fewer can mend what we've contrived.
Many think they can, but everyone knows:
A damaged hammer cannot fix another,
And those whose hearts are short of truth,
Can only infect each-other.
The lies of the eyes contrive skeems like spies,
Who all report back to the unseen eyes!
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