One thing I dare not forget
one I have recently learnt.
We see what we want to see
and the real is chucked under the bed.
When a person hurts you
when another wipes your tears,
we see not the real intention
but just what we want to see at the moment.
The one who broke you
might themselves be broken.
But in this maize of a life we live in,
you will soon lose their sight and they
will remain lost until they are found perhaps not for a thousand year.