A blind eye
A blind eye
Look at the stars and tell me what you see. A beautiful picture or a place to explore, to most they don't even look but yet they still do with a mind of curiosity burning for the chance to speak out on what they believe. To me I see that of the past ancestors, passion, lust... war, but it is of how I make it and for you; do you see what I do the very questions stored in your mind as if a plague griping your reality. You have to look beyond what is your truth and that of your families, but find that of your own and make of it what you will. Don't let what others tell you make you believe the false find your own answer for that is what is needed to be happy to seek true knowledge and strength.
But yet your ignorance telling you that you already know the truth it's a shame really; to see such brilliant minds fall to that of the common. I stand from the side see the others destroying themselves over the new and old none stopping to view the other and ask a simple question on why they like what they like ,or to see what the other people are even doing. We all have the common ground to stand on who makes their rule the truth and ours the false for our view is only the opinion and advice on what is happening. Too bad none will stop and listen for a simple signifying truth.