Do You Believe in What You See?
Do you believe in what you see?
Disinterested in what lies within
How can we grow?
How can we flourish?
In this land of degredation and decay
Can life emerge from death?
A mutilated vision of myself
That emanates from the mirror
Grasping at the moon
It remains forever beyond my reach
I curse those from whom I was born
I dread the coming of the dawn
But they gave me a gift
And I have wasted it.
The denial of God
The denial of the light.