Felonious Intent

Questionable the visibility,
over substance before the eyes.
Obligations or the trials of life,
surrounded by eyes not seeing.

Life’s filter performs the straining of brains
stuck in days of the same old ways.
Minds trapped within issues that they expand,
floating on the surface of time.

Lost are the properties of depth of thought,
scurrying circles of the lost.
The abilities of the brain have waned,
senseless muddling of the wit.

At home with the shades drawn against the light
trying to pass … sent to the grave.
Dubious opinions lacking the facts,
minds in it just for winning.

A selfish world bent on going to hell,
nothing to do with right or wrong.
Seemingly controlled by a driving force,
pretend right whether truth or lie.

The substance of truth blows upon the wind
falling depending on who’s where.
Twisted opinions for opinions’ sake,
seeds of destruction for millions.