Tantalized By Truth
Tantalized by truth,
I can see the fields that grow,
As my eyes look elsewhere,
Feelings that forever change.
For the youth that can see no longer,
Blinded by their lessons and classes,
Thinking with the mentality of a halfway house.
They keep fact,
Foreign to the past,
They walk alone,
A generation built around falsity,
And stone gods from years past.
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