Sometimes I find my mind wandering over various eclectic topics and occasionally I am inspired to write some of them down. Today I was thinking about judging a book by its cover.
So many people seem to think they can guess everything from a person just from how they look. But how can you can possibly know their story based on your own subjective perception of their appearance?
And, to that end, I've written a poem:
Hidden Depths
The eyes are open but the gaze is bare
It might make you think there’s no-one there
But the brain is alive, it’s buzzing inside
It’s deep in their memories that they seek to hide
Their eyes do not see the world that we know
But the way that they knew it many years ago
When the champagne flowed freely and the hairstyles gleamed
And everything was more wonderful than it seemed
Where laughter echoed around dazzling halls
And dresses sparkled at countless balls
In their mind they’re dancing to a catchy beat
It’s a heady vision from which they won’t retreat
Because between that and monotony
Which is the one where you’d want to be?
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