2004-02-17 / 1:44 a.m.
Vertigo

Standing there

Glancing from a far

Passing judgement

With obstructed vision

And near-sighted eyes

Don't see

Can't concieve

The picture outside

Your narrow sight

Fragments tell

Only half a story

Connecting them

Too much work

For the quick to judge

Condemnation

Without a crime to charge

Pedestals are high

For people with vertigo

And everything spins

With upside down

And right-side up

Spinning round

Misplaces the truth

Soon you're gonna

Fall