by: Peter
I am alone though people surround me,
I am alone with only my thoughts
I smile to them who think they know me
But a chasm I keep and this is my lot.
Looking as through a window dimly
I see the people go wandering by.
Their senses dulled their eyes are
sleepy
Living and striving to live the grand
lie.
Alone in a crowd of monochrome lives
Straining to see the color that's
waining
Bleached by a system their freedom
deprives
Comforts their cry, their own ropes
their weaving.
Through generations they've slowly
faded,
To become the chattel they are today.
They have become the ones they once
hated
Leaving the burden, their children to
pay.
There is no help that I can offer.
To re-kindle the glow that once lit
their eyes
Their freedom gone, they quietly
suffer.
Their ears too dulled to hear their
hearts cry
Alone and watching the people around
me,
Wishing that they could see the
sunrise.
The breaking day and the hope morning
brings,
Could wake them from their monochrome
lives.