In a sea of eyes, that in them have no fire
Soul less entities that do not understand desire

Lost to them are the forces of passion
And when the fire dies, so does compassion

They walk and talk as if they're kings
Only to forget that anytime now, the death knell shall ring

In an age where the "me" wants to break away from the "we"
Alas, we shall all be buried in the same dirt when the soul does break free

Given up they have on themselves for good
Some even say that making another buck is the only way they get wood

Beyond comprehension is the utter blindness
Even the believers seem to have given up their quest for the monster within loch Ness

Now do I finally appreciate "ignorance is bliss"
Never would I've known had anything been amiss

A day shall come when the illusion shall break
For those who were once blind, by their hands, havock shall wreck

Looking on the bright side, now, it won't be too long
But for some reason, this wait I wish to prolong

Different perspectives is what it seems to be all about
Lessons in life, from mountain tops, do they all shout out

Watching and listening to everything around me
We're told to live life a certain way, while we simply wish to be

Today we look at things without forming a clear image
This lack of clarity is the cause of our rage

Time and again, we do , regret and forget
But maybe this time, we won't.