Eye Bright Children
Eye bright children
Descendents of Suns
The moon grows bright
Full in a colorless sky
A world that's no ones
The mark of time etched
Upon your faces
Spinning tales of life
Like a spider without legs
Using the web of ignorance
To trap truth, dismembered as
It struggles to be free
You teach your children
The same pattern passed on from
Generation to generation
So your children might live
Within the gossamer intricacies
Of your mind. Snaring truth,
With the web of ignorance.