“Ancient Blindness”
Too many words, too little meaning,
so much time, most of it wasted,
senseless babblings that get drawn in foolishness,
foolishness disguised as experience,
that gets in the way of brilliance.
Bad place, bad time, too much nonsense?
or simply the wrong route,
a way that leads to nowhere,
and at the same that will get you there.
Look at me when you talk,
don’t blind yourself and see that I’m better,
and so the day will come,
when I’ll make that you regret it.
Are screams the only sounds you listen?
So be it, you got me screaming,
Wake up now!
I may still hear you
Too many words, too little meaning,
so much time, most of it wasted,
senseless babblings that get drawn in foolishness,
foolishness disguised as experience,
that gets in the way of brilliance.
Bad place, bad time, too much nonsense?
or simply the wrong route,
a way that leads to nowhere,
and at the same that will get you there.
Look at me when you talk,
don’t blind yourself and see that I’m better,
and so the day will come,
when I’ll make that you regret it.
Are screams the only sounds you listen?
So be it, you got me screaming,
Wake up now!
I may still hear you
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