The Mixed Mind Of A "Do You..."

Do you think they're dumb
When they say "I cannot"
Or question all the numb
Trapped in the life they caught

Do you find the fiend
In the maze they built
Or question if they'll fall
Off their bending stilt

Do you see the light
Within the black-eyed rim
Or tell them it was better
Back in the place they'd been

Do you find the dreams
When you scratch out their eyes
Or stitch together deep-found wounds
When you find out the lies

Wrap them up
Tape them in sincerity
Open your hand like a cup
Tell them where you want to be

But most of all show them
The shades of all your blue
'Cause you'll just end up a worry
In the mixed mind of a "Do you..."