I am aware the sky seems blue
Many hands that make up that illusion
It is a glass ceiling and the false gods
Sound the all clear
All is fine
Nothing to see here
And we believe.
But they lie.
They built the walls,
I simply maintain them
Consider me the equivalent of emotional mortar
All is not well in the land of infernal vision
The picture is coming in loud and clear
Hard and fast
Humanity is succumbing too easily to unconventionality.
It’s not enough to accept without questioning why
Haven’t you considered that we are far too accepting of the razors edge
Not crying out in pain simply because we are told that it isn’t blood