11 August 2012
We're all different,
So they say,
But at the end,
Of every day,
My ice soul searches,
Far and wide,
But none can shine,
Out from the tide,
They all are dull,
And blurred by green,
With narrow mind,
A naive team,
They laugh in cruel,
And wicked spite,
And hide through lies,
In every fight,
They have no vision,
Just the now,
And now to them,
They don't know how,
With blinded sight,
And twisted vision,
Stubborn, rash,
A joint division,
Hateful, wicked,
Makes me sick,
They're all the same,
So take your pick,
For I myself,
Do nothing cruel,
But to them all,
I'm not quite cool,
But, heck,
If that's what's meant by that,
I'd rather melt,
Inside a vat,
I've met a few,
Along the way,
Who've really made it worth my day,
But to the most,
I ever mind,
They've ruined,
Thoughts of humankind,
So thank you,
Dear Opussia,
For letting me refuge,
Inside your walls,
Of kind embrace,
And inky word deluge,
And thank you those,
Who aren't the same,
You're different,
In a perfect way.
Different • Opuss № I