Written by Chaka Px

Covered in a pile of shit,

none to recover for the dim is dim

and brightness is darkness.

The path not visible to the wise,

but reveal unto the foolish with a pair of glasses,

eyes of greatness, the beauty to succeed.

None is more clever to the dark,

nor diligent to the light.

We only gaze to the right stars when the timing is right.

Our eyes our pride,

Too blind to fight, We set on course like the kite,

Eyes of greatness,

The blind see the farthest and say the truth,

like a sensai in a monastery.

Don’t be deceived, the eyes is the light.



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