Everyone is blind
Not that we can't see
Of course we can
But all that we see is all we want to
We don't see the thorns
We only see the roses
We don't see the tears
We only see the smiles
We don't see the hunger
We only see the packs
It's all a matter of the mind
We are blinded by our thoughts
Till we get to that point
Where we can't see any further
I want to leave this thought-life
I just want to live a real life
One where I can see both the thorns and roses
Where I see the tears behind the smiles
Where I see that those packs are that of a hungry man
I want to see deep down this shallow sight
I want to see beyond the horizon of my thoughts
It's all I ask for!
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