Murky are the lessons,
taught from stars above.
Rub my eyes forever,
we're made of skin and bone.
That's why we stay searching,
for perception well disguised,
as someone or something missing.
We plead without reply.
Lately it's acceptance,
that keeps my face intact.
It's rightful place in virtue,
as wrong as it can sound.
Everything has reason,
at least I'd like to believe.
If not, this world no longer has a thing to offer me.
taught from stars above.
Rub my eyes forever,
we're made of skin and bone.
That's why we stay searching,
for perception well disguised,
as someone or something missing.
We plead without reply.
Lately it's acceptance,
that keeps my face intact.
It's rightful place in virtue,
as wrong as it can sound.
Everything has reason,
at least I'd like to believe.
If not, this world no longer has a thing to offer me.