#2121-Reality
22/05/2023
Silver bell, plastic labels,
Yesterday’s dried tears.
Not the perfect sight,
I’d like to see.
So I shift my mind,
Erase all dislikes,
Gaze at innocence,
Through different eyes.
Perfection,
Is my burden engrained,
That on cloudy days,
Distracts me from reality,
Wandering my way.
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