What They Don't Know

It could fill a book. Or a library of them.

What they don't know and refuse to see will eventually bury them,
but they're content in their own glass-like smoothness and tar-laden
houses. So much for perfection.

But no one will ever tell them.. no one would dare.
For we would once again be pulled into the dry well
of words..that would leave us thinking the worst of
ourselves for our honesty. So let them be buried in
their ideals, and
us, let us stay thirsty.

One day we will find ourselves looking into this book..
of what they don't know.
Pray that you will absorb every letter,
So those that come after us will see us
standing in front of the dry well,


with an empty glass.