There is no good reason to let anger grow. <br />The ones who are empty will remain <br />That way, lost in their own foggy lives, <br />As if the thick white cumulous is a <br />Gorgeous suit to dwell in. They live as poets, <br />Yet think as philistines on the wrong road, <br />hopelessly drunk with all that they lack, <br />Led by eyes as blind as grim stone, <br />In the night darker than the worst human fears. <br />So what does one do but watch and let the eyes <br />Come clean; let pupils reveal their dim-witted truths.<br /><br />Tony Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-glass-11/
