the world's full of bitter truths
missed opportunities, miseducated youth.
the mirrors on the wall see it all reduced
the fear is in us all we don't care for truth
we can't help but stare at a stupid fool
fall in love like narcissus in an unused pool
no splashing acrobatics just
a monu-mental contraction
brought on by all this distraction-
cordless ideaaas and wireless sentences
with knowing online who swings for the fences?
photograph this if poetry's dead:
living walking empty head
trying to love and fucking it up.
but you're full of beauty
in a world of dark ash
and my heart's full of a fire
hotter than greed and cash
you can give up hope babe
but never desire
so lift up your tired eyes a bit higher
lift up your tired eyes a bit higher