Since my youth I have been
led astray
nurtured from synthetic truth
from my very first day
Taught to see the world
through binoculars
so I would miss whats right in front of my
face
"no, no, no child that's
just an excuse" they
explain
as they sit and stare
at dancing molecules
performing aimlessly in
the air
subconsciously the mask
of majority they all so easily
wear
asking questions
about everything except
the truth such a taboo,
they wouldn't dare
for they would be forced
to find themselves
the small part they
hid away and
didn't share
and once there
they can only stare
deep and hard
trembling
knowing that the door to their soul has
been unbarred
their mortal reputation eternally scarred
mind aching
while there desperate
eyes search out
a piece of themselves that
has yet to be charred
but its to late the ship
has long been at
sea
its destination is permanent
and by now there is no
way for me to
rescue thee