I am blind to what a bird can see
Trapped inside my own reality
Like bees go blind devouring a flower
Each one blinded by a stronger power
Let alone what lives outside of me
I fail to win my own dichotomy
This cruel heart keeps wielding power
Over a defeatist head that I often scar
Coz fiery passions make me fall all in
Dissolving all sense of self therein
And when I repeat mistakes and err
I mourn over this self I had let inter
I’m smart I know, but seldom wise
The reason I let sagacity capsize
Lying my way being what I am not
And putting myself often on the spot
So its better to wait for old age to set it
At least the heart would then give in
I’d stoop and mellow and humble in age
The power of time freeing all bondage