Blindsides

Drifting
Out at sea for years drifting on

See through your sandy eyes
You can quite understand
What it is holding you
Floating on the surface blue canopy
All it is, just the thing that can not be

False content it’s all false content
Stare in the abyss
The abyss stares back

Compartment
Compartmental
Compartmentalized
No one sees the whole thing channel through

Blindsides made of gold
Mass corruption paid for

Blinded wisdom forgot your past
It robs you blind

Frozen cold idols blight melting all your ideals dreamed

Better get in front of it
Compartmental
Compartmentalized no one sees the whole thing behind closed doors

Drifting on
Bitter light falls away on this second only
Second days fall away unowned
Settle into nothing
Stare back into vacuity

Ask why get lies
The long spiral blinding wisdom time forgot
Constant circles
Ancient wisdom forget

Drifting on
Stare in the abyss
The abyss stares back down the same bullshit