I can't comprehend your words,
The darkness you say you live in,
How it absorbs your happiness,
Converting it into an endless melancholy.

The sun is not your enemy.
Your blindness is born of ignorance,
Forced upon a world of cosmic make-up and terrible beauty.
Flags are not raised for you, nor your self-induced pain.
They foster health and creation.

Trains don't burn out for you.
Nor cars.
Nor tears.
Nor hearts.
Conceit can never be translated into confidence or sadness.
Crying is not the answer.
Crowds of souls can't taste those empty tears.

But still I pity you,
You only want to be seen.
So I'm telling you -
Open your eyes.