Land of Misery

Why don't you take off your shades honey?

Why don't you see with me?

For we are all blind here in the land of misery.

Eyeless boys and girls play,

As sightless mothers and fathers reign.

Tell me do you see them?

Walking around as if they could perceive.

Living in their fabricated worlds, 

Believing they are all free. 

I laugh, we are ruled by these unseeing people.

I cry, we are friends with these unknowing lives.

Bust most of all I hide. 

For they see what they want in me, 

An idea they cannot help but feed.

But don't you know, that is all we will ever be: 

An idea. 

Thought up for one another, because we cannot truly see each other 

I must ask honey,

do you see me?

Not my conception, but what is it to really be me.

For I have grown lonely of seeing in an unseeing world.

Won't you take off your shades with me?

And free yourself from this land of misery.