Hypermarket
By atia
Reality is seen through A maze of translucent prisms. It doesn't matter what colors you see As long as you can see the green. Me, I am color blind. I walk through the unending aisles Of a world that defines your existence And feel nothing, At least nothing that shows. You think it a crime and me, a frozen fish. But do you really see me Hunting for beauty In the far away places? Could you dare To shake the dust from your eyes Long enough to see The halos that gargoyles wear And the self proclaimed angels That never take flight? And as for me, Could you see through? Me, walking down life Wearing my emotions Like a straightjacket And poetry, a desperate attempt At flailing my arms.Please tell me what you honestly think and if it is clear enough :) Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 09:29 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Reality is seen through..."