Ego's perspective

Houses of the blind Made of glasses and the light No questions asked  And nor do they care      The people are happy always so chatty Their smile never reach their eye the clothes they wear a well-fitting lie the love they share the roll of a die   I left that sight, for my poetic plight. a departure filled in delight   Now I wander, a failed commander Eating stale dreams for dinner      

  Good times make, fed men weak While hard times make good men great Wildflowers easy-bloom all around But a flower from a rock, there stories abound A tree standing alone gets right and rain But a giant in the thicket conquered all that he reign A house cat may be pampered and fed But glory to the tiger prey-folk dread Hot steel in the furnace, purpose awake While cold steel simply bend to break   Breath is free but bread is not Make fleeting pleasure an afterthought Flavor your bread with the sweat of your brows Make sure you reap what your hard work ploughs Each number you crunch and the lyric you write Makes your own future that much bright   Suffering is not a part of life, its life itself You can either survive or start to live To live is to stand, to smile and to start again.