Lie

An attempt to describe perception

Reaching across,

     these hidden blind’s

     I’m free.

 

  Scanning through this dusty room.

  Weighted by motivations in full bloom.

  Centered by my sight, sensing smoking awareness, mushroomed.  

   Convinced a connection is real, because people just want to feel.

 

     But really it’s nothing but a collision.

     I gotta fight my gaze through this dusty room

Where all the hope, is doomed.

Eyes reeling this movie, life of lies.