Is the anger truly blind?

I’m not so sure anymore

We force ourselves to act refined

But such a life is a terrible bore

I wish no longer to waste my time

spirit buried deep towards

Subterranean lines

To the Earth’s core

Human convention

Is equivalent

To the spirit’s detention

Pretty and malevolent

I’m becoming rather certain

That I must lose my mind

Unveil and pull the curtains

If the truth I am to find

Mankind and its inclinations

To cover the bare self

Is a true abomination

Stripping us of natural wealth

We live in a world with its eyes closed

Mine remain open

Longer than I’d like them to