Flypaper

To forgive and forget, I live and regret. Grief speaks its own language; It forces me to act strong, But every time I stand up I'm afraid I'll bump my head. Eyesight in time. Things seemed easy, Only I was building a fence. And you see in me what I once Took action against. Sever my eyes away from This twenty inch screen. I've finally got what is tangible. The more I learn about myself, The more I see in me to hate. Your misconception of perception detains all reasoning. You're this image of my fears, Armed with words that shatter my ears. I am only I but that won't do. Not for you, you're only you. Can you see what I've got? The world is not a tube, And a brain playing games With television knobs Is a steady leak for attention span. Restore it sooner: unplug the unit.