when times falls upon your hands
cradling each indentation
of the lines that predispose
our vitality
every hearts measure
of every unveiled emotion
wrapped around each soul
that didn't deserve such tenderness
you freely provided
when time calls for every ear
to anticipate the knowledge of the
conscious thoughts that flows pass
toxic lips espoused from a sweet soul
who would stand the words?
who would lock their lips?
open their ears
and hear
cease listening with their eyes
to see the unseen
to know the unknown
a fool of this generation
one would be
because in these times
ignorance is bliss
it has found itself a nice comfy home
to thousands of lost souls
wandering in this Earthly abyss