Don'T Know

The truth is written on the wall but it's in a foreign language you walked past it and smiled at the colorful letters you appreciate the greens and the blues but decided that translating it is just not for you Then the day you fall and start crying for answers and wonder why everyone stares with such blankness staying trapped inside boredom, frustrated with life yet do nothing about it but hide from what's right it's much easier to repeat the same nothingness chore than to go seek something better you could have so much more may as well close our eyes and keep them shut than to open them again to a life of ifs and buts