Masks of Hate and Love
Truth is a font,a shadow of a lie.
Hiding in front of all that we see
letting us believe in the ghost of life.
The sleepers see the world In
dreams. I see this world through
sleepless eyes, dreaming of nothing
as this life passes me by. We hide in
the shadows, feeding on the crumbs
of the almighty society. Yet the ones
with the truth In their eyes are the
first to step into the light. Who are
we to judge the young and the
restless? We who fear the light and
shy from the true meaning of love.
This I say to the ones who see truth:
step strong into this world of
suffering, for to falter is the endof
individuality. The end of spirit, soul,
and sanity.
Copyright © Taylor Cormier | Year Posted 2014
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