Open Your Eyes

Open Your Eyes 

As I look into the sky, I see one thing 

I see somebody looking down 

Looking at what we've become 

Looking at what we've done 

From The Aesthetic Beginnings 

To the now, Gardens of Deception 

He Sees it all, all of it together 

The corruption of me and you 

The reduction in morals of truth 

It is all very vivid to him. 

Once there was a feeling of lust 

this lust was mutual throughout the world 

it was the mere simplicity of nature 

it was the calming thought of safety 

It has now turned precarious 

Don't we understand? 

He is watching. 

Noting our every move. 

Noting our every aphorism 

Noting our every deception. 

Are we not scared? 

Some have the audacity, 

the nerve to alter the truth.

They Change firm meanings 

to meanings that are just loose.

Sunlight glistens onto our faces like 

the piercing reflection of a mirror. 

We have taken the root of an 

immaculate tree and we watch

as it disintegrates into a heap of nothing. 

This is the Pinnacle of our wrongdoings. 

For once will we forget who is poor and who is affluent? 

When our peers arrive we note everything. 

We make a corrupt checklist in our mind 

that enables us to do nothing but engrave 

our future with timidness. 

Timid? 

We will be. 

Once we take off 

the demoralizing masks 

of the contemporary times. 

And then we will remember. 

He is watching.