Friday, February 5, 2010

Blinded by Self

With your head in the clouds, you're always
First to fall, last to know.
What's the point in getting back up
When all you do is fall down again.

Always on the wrong side of the fence
Wondering how you got there.
Life is such a blur
When all that you see is yourself.

Caught up in your own mess of a life
It's impossible to see the suffering of another.
Strut on by with your nose in the air
Don't look back it might be contagious.

Regret is a bitter tasting thing
Tasted only when it's too late to stop.
You will continue to walk with your head in the clouds
Only until you trip back into reality.

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