the world through your eyes
I would like to see
from birth to death
nature in his most natural ways
from mostly leaves
to mostly stem
walking the wrong way
in disappointment's footprint
pretending to be
most happy
and in midst of pretending
forgetting
how content came
learning to smile is effortless
and crying becomes the hardest thing
feeling emotionless
pity is a filthy thing
I was almost always clean
in scenes recalled
every chance to change
but a man with rocks in his chest
in the ocean waters
you and your rock, hard heart
feeling the heavy metal
sinking
sinking
bubbles singing
surely I'm
sorry
sorry
sorry
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