It seems so insignificant and clear
A bitter laughter –
who would fucking hear!?
Who’d dare understand it, and what for?
The need belief -
so make believe for more!
A little pain – it’s nothing…
I don’t care
I’ve locked all tears beneath the glassy stare
A passer-by may slag me for a fee
I’ll care a fig to answer with a sneer…
This clownery, this contest of our pride -
Lay bare what you always try to hide
Keep silence
if your language is a mean
To justify all wicked things I’ve seen
I do not want to argue any more
‘Cause all the words have been abused before
‘Cause now I’m tired and out of the game
There is no victory
And fake is any aim
How can I stand aside without being dead?
And watch behind though being not ahead?
After these years that ’s made me so much older
I dare heed the eyes of the beholder…
Eyes of the Beholder
© Copyright: Марла Зинге, 2008
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