With My Eyes Closed
the day is done and we head to sleep
yet burdens still rape
in a seemingly comfortable bed
even with a squeaky clean slate
in the morning we see blood
in the morning we hear screams
and if only we'd been more aware
the night before could have been a dream
human being ignore problems
is it some kind of unwritten law?
to push away troubles and
to take no notice of what we saw
or is it like a hidden temptation that is
passed down from generation to generation
do we get some sort of thrill
with our eyes closed standing still?
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