Metamorphosis Part 2

I have two eyes,
But I am blind.
My two ears I use,
Doubling the silence.

I use big words,
To forget the small ones.
Remembering tiny detail,
To avoid the vagueness.

I create my confliction,
Since peace is so boring.
I believe it is so,
I believe it is not.

(I hear nothing)-
It is time again.
(I see nothing)-
Time to pretend.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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