The foolishness of actions waits for the light of day
And begs us to hear the voices of our own decay
Words sent by thoughts that spin off our lips
Blaming our regret on others, in between sips
Easily shifting the sands of our lives
To blind us from seeing our own true lies
Our words sent like angry boomerangs spin off
Only to return, and their landings are never soft
The steam on the mirrors we use each day
Soon come to an end and crumble away
In the broken pieces left on the floor
Is the answer that hurts to the core
We ask for the response we don't want to hear
So we shift the fault to someone so dear
When enough has been said and you can't feel anymore
You walk away blind, broken and sore
You live in the numbness of what hasn't been said
Picking up the pieces as if you were dead
How far will you walk if the shoes don't fit
Throwing away the candle before it is lit
Breathing in the truth of your life and its lore
Answering questions you have denied before
Seeing with integrity that which you find
Healing the anger that made you so blind
Raven
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