Treasure Island

Ace Of Black Hearts

(04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

Self Inspection


Do nothing and save no one.
Do something and be judged by everyone.
Were his action reasonable, was he man deluded in madness?
Being inspected though the looking glass.
Trusting no one a face value.
Is that progress, because we have people who wouldn't think twice about doing us wrong?
Justification, unwavering motivations.
There is not a large enough telescope to catch all the falling stars.
Something aren't obvious.
No package with a pretty little bow.
I believe we have the aptitude to judge ourself better then anyone else.
We spend every day with the person inside.
Should we not know him best?
Failure of this, is indeed a failure in humanity.

Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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