My pen couldn't see
what my thoughts could.
My thoughts couldn't feel
what my pen could.
Doesn't the same goes on
with life and death?
When life pretends to be blind,
death feels all it desires to,
When death pretends to be blind,
life sees all it never wished to.
Sometimes, pretending and
let others fall prey to the lies,
is the best thing that a person
with the best vision can do.