sometimes what you see isn't as important as what you are looking at.

[tiesel]

What is it that it is not this,
What this is is not what this is to me,
What it was was once what I wanted,
But this I no longer see.

Madness takes language from the tongue,
And dwells where it cannot be seen,
I cannot see clearly at all,
Cloudy.

Knowledge is sadness,
Text is tears,
God knows I've been writing,
Years and years.