TRUTH

People walk around in a constant fog

They made it themselves

They refuse to see the forest of fallen logs

For them, to do that is like living hell

They ignore what they don't like

They kill what they fear

They disregard intelligent pshyc

Leap in front of danger like deer

But though the danger is there

Though they get hit

They ignore the pain like it's messy hair

"If I close my eyes, I guess it's not there"

Don't even try to escape their self-made death pit

People say ignorence is bliss

They say they want to know it, but they hide

Human nature has become this

A blind-folded, dangerous roller-coaster ride

According to them, the way is well lit

As long as they can't see it