The portrait of the perfect day is painted upon these walls. How happy this place seems and how happy we all are is only judged by how empty we are inside. And you seem scared trying to hide it. A bit frightened on how you will be judged. But, we look past it - yes we look past it. Never stopping to care how the others see us. Cause we know who we are and we don't need anyone else to tell us. And as you wait just remember who you are. Cause your not who they say you are. And as this comes to you realization, as it never has before. We stand out in the crowd, we are the right and they are the wrong.
The portrait of the perfect day is painted upon these walls. But, we look past it, yes we look past it. We are the right and they are the wrong.
And the judges pass, but your so busy realizing for the first time who you are. That you don't even hear their sentence. And as you look up at them you see all of their imperfection, and you feel perfect because you realize that they live off your imperfections. And from that struggle to be perfect, to obtain the serenity in feeling whole by looking it. They want to be that perfect day painted upon the wall. They want to be the one you stare at looking up in awe. When what they are really doing is taking apart the puzzle left in their own mind.
The portrait of the perfect day is painted upon these walls. But, we look past it, yes we look past it. Cause we are the right, we are the right and they are the wrong.
I59I59 · Sat Feb 02, 2008 @ 06:57am · 0 Comments |