The Seer

May 15, 2010
I am a Seer

I watch
My tear
Blur the lines
Of this page
Of this reality

Tension holds together that salty tear
While it rips apart all I hold dear

So self assured am I
And I wonder why

I sit high
And watch as life goes by

I wave them to pass
Waiting for them to ask

They see me
Telling themselves im free

Making it okay
To ignore what I say

Denying the truth
In the height of their youth

This is only my imagination
An internal formation

I walk with them
The first to condemn


All this

Bound by the laws of society
Always obsessed with propriety

No one hears my cries
Deaf to all
I close my eyes
And all hope dies

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