by Mandy Moe Pwint Tu
Foolish eyes, why dost thou see
That which is not, but which should only be?
Why dost thou, in the desert sands,
See an oasis amidst the forsaken lands?
Dost thou not realize, 'tis only a mirage -
Born of a heart too often beguiled?
Foolish mind, why dost thou abandon
All sense of duty, clarity, reason?
Why dost thou, in the dark night sky,
See the bright moon sailing by?
Canst thou not comprehend, 'tis a mere vision
Born of a hope that lacks precision?
Foolish heart, why dost thou feel
That these wounds and scars will one day heal?
Why dost thou, in the grey morn's mist
On seeing a light - a sign - insist?
Canst thou not grasp, 'tis a fool's hope
Born of a shadow I never could cope?
Last updated April 21, 2013