Blinded spirits , by ---N-o-n-e-x-i-s-t-e-n t--- Subscribe to rss feed for ---N-o-n-e-x-i-s-t-e-n t---

How smart it would be to stay?

While everything is fading away

Is it true what they say?

That we are being fooled in a massive way

By locking are souls in the cells of yesterday 

By weeping the absence of sun ray

By being actors in a dummy play 

Why can't we feel the greatness of today? 

Why can't we see more colors than gray?
Posted: 2007-08-23 01:30:51 UTC

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2010-03-11 15:05:10Convalescence
It seems sometimes we don't see the colors, we feel them, if you know what I mean. Good poem.