Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Imagine That.

The world at fingertips bent

Will for'er be out of reach.
And life was never meant
for falsehoods that we preach.

"The hurt will always go away,
The hope will soon be found."
Lies just meant to save the day
that fall into the ground.

Incite some raw emotion hence
Or dust will cleave to dust.
All that's worse than feeling sense
Is knowing naught at all.

There are no ways to stay the same
Change is always nigh;
And knowing it's not self to blame
Relieves a single sigh.