.PF CHANGS.
Words of ebony are all I know
Enlightenment
Is the popular goal
To those not chosen
My words are bewildering
But to those with a third eye
My words are a mantra
Experience is what opens thine eyes
I know that love is not
But an operation of chemicals
Fighting to make order out of chaos
A stranger
Yet a seer
I dare not pierce thine heart you see
It is you that has pretended to fall in love with me
Like everyone else
You yearn for it to one day be us
Behind amber lenses
You deny thy senses