The Not Knowing

I watch

As they walk around like ants

They look at what people want them to see

Yet to them hiding is to life as plastic is to a doll

They don't know what it is to truly be

So in their minds they always fall

 

They walk around like ants

Only looking at others styles; their shoes, shirts, and pants

For they will never know

There's always sadness, pain, and sorrow

For at home they are made not to believe they are like others

When truly, they could be as close as sisters or brothers

 

I watch

I Iisten

While they talk about others but not to there face

They would not know the not knowing, to them there is no trace

So when they speak it is like they are blowing hot air

For if they didn't, they would feel internally bear

 

They just walk around

Seeing only what is in front of them

To lying they are bound

Though even when they get older, and their minds age

They still won't know the not knowing

The not knowing will never change.

Reviews

[WoFer]

GOOD LESSON. this is good solid piece.