Open Eyes
And Walking into
Suits and Ties
Wondering who
Sees the Lies
If one Knew
Individuality Dies,
Those who do
Open Eyes
(I am one too,
as I realize)
Can Only Feel blue,
And sometimes cries
As we march out the Doors,
Into Suits and Ties
December 13th, 2011 at 11:23 pm
Wonderful ebb and flow! I can truly sense the unique feeling of darkness that drives this poem!
January 2nd, 2012 at 2:50 pm
i feel u man