Blinded spirits

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By ---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?

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March 11, 2010 15:05Convalescence

It seems sometimes we don't see the colors, we feel them, if you know what I mean. Good poem.