Few understand I lead by my hand, always feeling my way thru
Completely in the dark, my observations are made
Odd persuasions attempted eventually fade
Instead we trade new perspectives for a new point of view
Refusing to be reflective faking crimes we’d rather let others commit
No memories now, how quickly we forget
Try gaining from loss?
Where is the towel we should toss?
Ring around the rosy, rings around her eyes
It took a ring upon her finger to realize the truth that all that’s real lies
Now filled with tears are her real eyes
©2013 Shavon Taylor