#225-Misconceptions
Reflections,
Like fantasies,
Tend to distort.
When the world looks blurry,
I fight, to accept reality.
For there is no escape,
From the setting sun,
Or the ripples on the water,
I’d like to drown.
Reflections,
Like fantasies,
Tend to distort.
When the world looks blurry,
I fight, to accept reality.
For there is no escape,
From the setting sun,
Or the ripples on the water,
I’d like to drown.