Convenient Blindness - Twelfth Night

Put both birds in the arms of the dark

Think of the images broken and bitten

Blown into piles like the leaves in the park

Convenient blindness

Tossing and turning the beast begins forays

Eating a pity, the remnants of pain

Follow the window which looks on the landscapes

I found a new peace, say’s love’s down the drain

Convenient blindness

«this is the way that the world works, sonny»

Sayeth the man with a brain full of ash

«this is the stuff we all feed it on, sonny»

Says his friend who comes up with the cash

Convenient blindness