Choose To Be Blind

Snow is pure and fluffy sometimes

Unless it has been corrupted by pollution or someone’s path

If we were to examine it, what would we really see?

Not what falls from the sky, so pristine

Much like snow, people are deceivers

You see the outside and judge accordingly

But what you cannot see is the inside

Oh how we see what we choose to

How we fail to see through

That is the game of deceive and receive

No one is sure, but all stay blind

Willingly and noticeably.

MwsR ❤