The Eye
Keen is the human eye
Though rarely used
It can restore passion
To the alone and abused
Sure you see them
But do you really care?
You walk along your path
Are you really aware?
This eye can be fragile
And some give it away
They make their vows
They hand it over on that day
Or do they really?
Marriage is just a title
Divorce is a statistic
Do we pretend to have morals?
There may be a few
Are they still there?
Or are they awaiting their cue?
The world is slowly changing
My question is can we adapt?
Toss feelings aside
Fundamentalism is what we lack
Ideas and free thinkers
That is just whack
We are raised in our schools
Forced to be confined
Where is our sense of adventure?
Sit in a desk, use your mind
Creativity is no longer key
Aspiration and dreams can no longer be
But why hold us down?
I want to be free
But where am I?
Have I gone blind?
There is only one thing that can set us apart
Do see with your mind?
Or do you see with your heart?
Copyright © Matthan Atherton | Year Posted 2010
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