On This World Poem by phillip seymore

Its seems I can’t make these keys spill a tear
Eyes filled with pain strain to steer clear
People need to listen with there heart and not with the ear
Every path I take always looks severe
Now noticing how love ones now disappear
And see how love can be feared
Cupid no longer shoots with arrows because i see spears
Cause in the palm I stay near
While my father spins my world that rotates like a sphere
And inside of this sphere is where hearts can break
Veins deflate lives aren’t owned if hands can take
So tell if we are all playing cat and mouse who’s the snake
Living with mirrors its hard to know who’s fake
But its hard to notice these things when driving with no break