Perception is dead
They say the sheep rule the pen
Those who follow lead the many to the few
These of no regrets create the content
Dictating the colors but never seeing the hues
And all we do is consume it
With an insatiable hubris it’s nothing to prove it
We project to each other what we wish to be
But in the dark keep secretes for no one to see
The world is torn and lost in translation
A fruit fallen to far from its roots
Stuck in the dirt reaching for constellations
Self righteous and full hope once
Now angry and fighting for selfish reasons
Ignorance over intelligence I guess
Slowly becoming a hive of intolerance
And it’s easy to fall in this trap
The truth is we humans believe in this idea
We are inherently evil that’s a fact
Let me say this
People may have an idea of who you are.
But what would you rather be....
Exactly who they thought you would be or
Who you know you could be?
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