A BLIND THOUGHT
A set of beams of light wakes me up from a sleep so tight to another day of fight I dare say they call life so right the way I live I'm satisfied living it like a lie unrealistically living the materialistic things opaque to my eyes can't see nothing beyond what I want to see I yawn at giving it tries lazy I am as to rise to what they call real life which seldom is so nice I escape to be told the truths, and faults I don't want them find I escape the pains and sorrows by getting high Its blissful unrealistically but it saves me a peaceful time like a beast is, full of diseases chopping pieces of my mind Ignorant to the whereabouts I turn a deaf ear to the social crimes somethings in life are just too complicated to be defined I'm the myopic Indian society they say narrow are these streets, but take a close look, close enough to your distinct vision so you could see, just how narrow are these minds I confess you can buy me lenses but not senses they sa...