The Promise and the Pain

It's funny how a person can go on years thinking they're safe. Thinking their life is good. Taking it for granted that they have pople they can trust and have shoulders to lean on when the good goes bad. Then one day we all wake up, seeing the truth. The blood on the carpet, the shattered picture frames, the broken records. One day they wake up and realize the truth. Ignorance is bliss, they say. And never before have I realized how true that quote is. Is it all that bad to be disabled? At least it stops you from seeing all the bad in the world. It stops you from seeing the truth. Really, we are all blind. Blinded from what we don't want to see.

You say you want to know the truth...but do you really? Does the truth really set you free? Or does it push you farther into a hole. Does the truth stop your mind from exploring, darken your world, trap you into a corner? Or does the truth set you free. The hope you once held. The passion you once had. The faith you once possesed. Sciet had taken it out of our hands. It's the politicians and the reporters who have stripped us of what we know. Stopped us from standing out and being different. By tet every morning when they wakeup, every morning when you wakeup..You still line up and follow. Line up and follow the rest. It's funny how some people strive on making others feel bad. They strive on shattering souls. Yet you follow. Yet yo laugh.

Soon comes, forever means nothing, later is too late. Change does not always happen. but adaption does. Eventually all will adapt to the enviroment they are thrown at. All will learn the ways of life. All will become wiser, but not all will see. Some will look; but not all will see. The dangers, the jagged edges, the truth. The hurt built up in each and every one of us. The anger. The pain. Not all will see that tomorrow never comes.