Poem By Thunderstorm Lullaby

What is sight?
But the twisted fantasy of the mind.
Because we trust what we see with our eye
we don't know what to think when reality unwinds.
Because what we see isn't always what we get
we should stop chasing the horizion
and just stop.
And allow ourselves a moment of regret.
Cease letting your VideoDrome think for you,
No Factor, No Countdown
Just what you perseve.
Break free from the gears churning around,
making you see what they see.
Just remember not to forget what you truley believe...

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