Light of the lamp
In my eyes
As I hold tight
And stamp my approval
These are nor lies
But a truth that is brutal
Only to me
As no one can see
Blindness of not being me
Preconceived belief
As the proper pupils
Pave a path
They think their own
But they are not alone
They read another passage
On a piece of paper
Lose their independence
And lose their nature
And so we follow the proper path
The papers we read
Written by one who laughs
So shine that lamp
In my eyes again
I cannot read the proper paper
So the pupils I won’t befriend
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
Light of the lamp
In my eyes
As I hold tight
And stamp my approval
These are nor lies
But a truth that is brutal
Only to me
As no one can see
Blindness of not being me
Preconceived belief
As the proper pupils
Pave a path
They think their own
But they are not alone
They read another passage
On a piece of paper
Lose their independence
And lose their nature
And so we follow the proper path
The papers we read
Written by one who laughs
So shine that lamp
In my eyes again
I cannot read the proper paper
So the pupils I won’t befriend
Written: 9 February 2019
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