Blind To See

Spread wings of failure, see where you sore.
To the masses you are entertainment, then a bore.
For fickle feeble minds are commanding.
They are ones who demand great understanding.
Born to seats they don’t deserve.
Banging war drums labelled; now you serve.

Blind to see, save me!
Readjust then start the forge.
Eyes cloudy and searching long.
Give me freedom.
Help when I’m wrong!

Phoenix born with broken tattered wings.
More like a mistake then rebirthing freedom.
Myth wrapped in rotten blackened flesh.
Lungs flooded with choking distress.
Not seperated from head on crash.
Sense ends suddenly at the point of this crash.

Blind to see, save me!
Readjust then start the forge.
Eyes cloudy and searching long.
Give me freedom.
Help when I’m wrong!
Or I can’t go on.
Feeling like I’m done.
Spent of all fun.
Reinstall, so I can rerun!