You are blinded by
what you choose not to see
so blinded by it
that you will never be free

I see it inside you
waiting for its chance
to break through the
monotony of your forced dance

But you refuse to
pull back the black curtain
and shed light on
what I know is quite certain.

Let’s not argue,
but agree to disagree
because your roller coaster
is too many hills high for me.