Some may see What they Want to see And some may judge A book by its cover, But of the words inside They are no lover.
They that judge By surface Appearances Have no desire To understand.
And they might see The things they see Because a mirror Reflects, it doesn't reject, And it doesn't judge.
And however you want To try and twist the The truth that You don't know, Times will change And the river will flow, Death a door through Which we all must go.
What awaits we may debate Like crickets chirping When the hour is late. Like most rhetoric, The words mean nothing The feelings behind are Fleeting and momentary, And all we are left with Is a taste in our mouth Ashes and dreams and The things gone south.
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