Psst
Hey you
With the skepticism shirt
Pen and pad
Sticking vulgarly out of your pocket
I'm you
You're me
Look at you
With your baggage and your quizzical expression
Turning over stones
Have you gotten through all of them yet?
Close-up of the eye
It's clouded and blankly staring back from the mirror and
...Seems the windows to the soul
need a cleaning, a polishing...
Or perhaps the blinds are drawn?
The void yawns and opens wide its maw
Look at you
Playing with your positions
But even your philosophy isn't really free
You pay a fee
for your philosophy
So maybe
Just be open
And love?
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
Psst
Hey you
With the skepticism shirt
Pen and pad
Sticking vulgarly out of your pocket
I'm you
You're me
Look at you
With your baggage and your quizzical expression
Turning over stones
Have you gotten through all of them yet?
Close-up of the eye
It's clouded and blankly staring back from the mirror and
...Seems the windows to the soul
need a cleaning, a polishing...
Or perhaps the blinds are drawn?
The void yawns and opens wide its maw
Look at you
Playing with your positions
But even your philosophy isn't really free
You pay a fee
for your philosophy
So maybe
Just be open
And love?
