Blind

Nothing to fret with a no care world.
Can't exist in a bottomless downward spiral.
You can be on top of it all and, your still as low as you can be.
20/20 vision and you still can't see.
Past that one line in a catchy song.
To find underneath the real melody and, point of it all.
Don't get lost in what you don't understand.
Puppet on a string just keep doing your dance.
Up on top of that sky scraper in your conveyor belt suit.
Right where they want you to be oblivious to the truth.
So were your support ribbons and, feel better inside.
Knowing you donated more to war than the charity in mind.
To many excuses, pollutions, unfilled hopes and, dreams.
Over populated self centered world, built up of it's own devilish schemes.