Turn a blind eye if you dare,In the end, a blind eye will only lead to one’s own ruin… for with it how does one see?
pretend you are unaware,
see yet show no care. you say “none of my business
“not my problem
so why bother?”,
Turning your vision from the disaster of another, You overlook, you ignore,
nothing to consider,
an invisible axe now hanging over your neck,
it bears a ticking timer. Waltzing through life,
Unmindful of the fact that reaping is in the sowing Maybe not now,
perhaps in a bitter future,
or at a bitter end
…and in that time then others play pretend.