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 ❤
once there was an active place
despite the fact, no one saw another’s face
it really did not seem to matter
everyone seemed crazy, like the Mad Hatter
working away in blindness without a face
inhabited by a special race
it did not matter, it was their normal
although normal was strangely a slight
curious why no one had their sight?
so everyone would be equal
no falsehood, no pretense at all
crazy was their normal, they were free
normal was because they really could not see
what a peculiar but equal place to be
Mws R Writings 