The mist swirls, reminding me
of things i can't see, things i can't fathom
when at the bottom of the chasm
and daylight is miles above...
Frozen smiles and the guile,
people who are friends for but a while
till you listen to what they don't say
and go by their actions
This faction and that,
sides changing at the drop of a hat,
how some people love to chat
without ever saying anything real
just repeating what they've heard
gossip loving myna birds
changing this fact and that
till the truth, if it was ever there, is blurred
and you realize they only heard what suited them
Picking bits and pieces from the carcass
then shaking the heads in feigned sadness
Little wonder i feel, not see, the blackness
when all the crooked smiles are the same
so is it me that needs to change
or is it i have to rearrange my thinking?....
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