In the suburb it only takes a certain lens
To see that not all is as it pretends
The mind is so quickly warped by life
And the pain and the darkness and strife
For example, the wind will carry a kite
Such innocence on display but try with might
And you will see that this scene without a care
Is so different than we think, so hear.
The childrens’ exclamations echo in the air
Easily taken as that of a terrified Baudelaire
As if Reversed by some ungodly curse
What once was joy now turned for worse
And the wind of course
Represents the taking of life by force
As life does in the end
Everything will beneath death, bend.
And red the kite is
even as tragic as Les Mis
For that is the color we bleed
And bleed we will Indeed.
So heed my words reader dear, heed
Everything is not what it seems
You may see things one way
But I see differently this day.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 5:58 PM UTC
In the suburb it only takes a certain lens
To see that not all is as it pretends
The mind is so quickly warped by life
And the pain and the darkness and strife
For example, the wind will carry a kite
Such innocence on display but try with might
And you will see that this scene without a care
Is so different than we think, so hear.
The childrens’ exclamations echo in the air
Easily taken as that of a terrified Baudelaire
As if Reversed by some ungodly curse
What once was joy now turned for worse
And the wind of course
Represents the taking of life by force
As life does in the end
Everything will beneath death, bend.
And red the kite is
even as tragic as Les Mis
For that is the color we bleed
And bleed we will Indeed.
So heed my words reader dear, heed
Everything is not what it seems
You may see things one way
But I see differently this day.