Vision of Mankind

? You were Laughing Crazy-- with tears of Concrete, the Mind of a Fly-- and the Vision of the Blind. When the winds Burn down, I see you- Debating, Resting, and Raging- waiting for the weeks and the years to Die. Debating the society you created, Resting and wishing you could change it, yet fiercely Raging wondering why you made it. Now it looks as if your Troubles fade away, but you haven't accepted what you Made. You're not Half the man you used to be, your life is still faint Shades of Grey. You couldn't Cope with the Reality hidden beneath a Mystery, new ideas surged across your Mind- the chance to Alter your perspective you came to Find. Possessing and Caressing your Thoughts, messing with the Blessing that you Shot-- forced to open your Frame of Mind, without bringing to existence the Powers of Time. Energies of ingenuity tumbled Blindly, yet you Hopelessly shrieked-- someone find me.