23 January 2013
The bitter lies prevent our eyes from reading between the sordid lines
Failing at sight Falling each time
Our eyes cry tears that painfully tear from the sides
I'm the chosen subject Subjected to populate these foreign lies
Number after number the truth we seek to hide
Its no surprise My minds reeling feeling number every time
I'm too close to close the doors upon the truth
Setting this free is like committing myself to a noose
I will always aim to find the truth
The poet is free
My tongue is loose
Daniel Hing 22.01.13
What Do You See? • Opuss № I