Things seemed better from further away
No details, just blurred visions mixed with formed opinions
Once I approached closer I saw the raw definitions of what they actually are
I saw the build-up. I saw the blocks that created them and the cheap cement that ‘s keeping them together
The unknown blur of a photograph that had potential beauty turned into an over exposed image of misplaced children
They blame the seeds that planted them and ignore their choice of growth
They hear the voices and the tones but only pick up the pitch
No one is to blame the boat was bound to sink in the sea of shallow
Ego comes over pride
And now I know, when I look to seek I should really hide.