Another old poem I wrote years ago
Category: Poems
Current mood:  nervous

Out of sight and out of mind, 
Ignorance can you make blind. 
A lifetime spent pursuing money, 
Bleakest days, no longer sunny. 
Promise made, no plan to keep, 
Walking through life half asleep.
Pretending virtue, filled with vice, 
A heart of flint and veins of ice.
Evermore consumed by fear, 
Sell yourself out year to year.
A self built cage in which you'll dwell, 
A thirst for more, you'll never quell.