Eyes To See

people are always too polite mirrors flatten out, reverse your left and right hard to find out what you are self-delusion of eyewitness from afar the old still think they're young the sad still think they're happy the damned still think that they're the ones who're free give me eyes to see got no markers to live by no commitments that i have to satisfy tell myself it's all ok but everybody's living life some other way the old still think they're young... try to keep my vision clear trace it as i find, open and sincere seems the right thing till i lie down at night and hear a little voice reply the old still think they're young the sad still think they're happy delusion or despair is facing me give me ecstasy