When the sky is so white
It's blinding.
When the ocean's pristine
It looks blue.
When a thousand years pass
In a minute.
When the liar's so good
It seems true.
When they say your brain
Is half their size.
When the million year old
Calls you aged.
When your strength can't be seen
Under a magnified glass,
And the one who moved mountains
Looks staged.
When the past seems like fairytales
And the future all but.
When you find a pencil
But the eraser's been cut.
When life lays a casket,
And death knocks on your door,
All the lies become secrets,
But secrets no more.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
When the sky is so white
It's blinding.
When the ocean's pristine
It looks blue.
When a thousand years pass
In a minute.
When the liar's so good
It seems true.
When they say your brain
Is half their size.
When the million year old
Calls you aged.
When your strength can't be seen
Under a magnified glass,
And the one who moved mountains
Looks staged.
When the past seems like fairytales
And the future all but.
When you find a pencil
But the eraser's been cut.
When life lays a casket,
And death knocks on your door,
All the lies become secrets,
But secrets no more.
