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Things are dull from a commoner's view
Just as the sun that rises up anew
That we see everyday and mind it not
For we are so used to it, bright and hot
Showering light and life to everything
Giving the end to the night and to all dreams
Yet we think of our work and sex and school
And money and TV and trying to look cool
We think of small things that matter not
In the grand scheme of things they seem like dust
Our minds preoccupied with our short existence
Our souls withering without sustenance

We see faces in our daily walk
And we forget the souls that make them talk
We smell smoke from cars travelling in extravagance
And forget to smell the flowers in their fragrance
We listen to downloaded MP3 for our inspiration
And forget just how close we are to losing our habitation
We savor fast food that make us weak and dumb and fat
And forget the healthy sustenance our parents forced us in the past
We touch ourselves as we go to sleep
And forget to recite the prayer "my soul to keep"
We speak of volumes of our knowledge
And forget the wisdom that should have been our heritage

So we travel blind in the
dark corridor of despair and death
Holding a torch but kept a
blindfold tightly braced in our heads
Talking to ourselves in order
to forget the fact that we are lost
And keeping imaginary friends
charms on beds, sigils on the light post
And when we find somebody else
struggling though that same road
Are we so eager to ask for directions
knowing that he, too,
is blind and lost
struggling defiantly with the same load