Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Shade 67: Smoke and Mirrors

Don’t sit near this fence and persist on peaking through
Just cause curiosity lures you with its gleam
For on this side there is anything that you could ever want
And the pastures there aren’t as lush as they may seem
Oh I know you won’t believe me and eventually you’ll cross
But I feel that it is something must be said
There’s nothing over there that’s any better than right here
Any difference perceived is in your head
But go ahead ignore my words and do whate’re you will
For you are young and green but you will grow
And then you’ll see some idiot who is sitting at the fence
But your wisdom will not sway him from the errs that he will know