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Blind beings
Never seeing the silver lining
In the hiding from reality.
This black and white world
Of banality hindering our
Perception.
Misconceptions of what is real
And what is beauty.
This life is not what is to be
And only seeing through things
Is not the key to living fully.
Just one hit of this forgotten
Taste of poison will
Shake your body alive,
It thrives on always something more.
Gray fogs of musk hiding ambition.
It’s true tradition to ignore the sensation
Of innovation.
Creation of a motley mind
Shivers throughout your knotted
And tucked spine.
Let’s take off this blind fold
And untie this noose because
We are hanging ourselves to dry.