Its sad to see
People of my generation
Looking for material things
Leaving love abaft
And not looking back.
Eyes dead forward
Never in the past
Not looking for their mistakes
While they dead in they face
Minds are to abstracted
Steady distracted
Envying material things.
The pain that it brings
When these things
Are lost in a fire.
It burns my heart to know
They think they bought
Their soul, but never
learned
True
happiness.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
Its sad to see
People of my generation
Looking for material things
Leaving love abaft
And not looking back.
Eyes dead forward
Never in the past
Not looking for their mistakes
While they dead in they face
Minds are to abstracted
Steady distracted
Envying material things.
The pain that it brings
When these things
Are lost in a fire.
It burns my heart to know
They think they bought
Their soul, but never
learned
True
happiness.
