Blinded

To some degree 
we all enjoy a little mystery
Developing a sense of curiosity 
The whole "what could be"
But sadly 
That's not reality
Creating our own world
Regardless of incompatability 
Tunnel vision ensued
Rose colored glasses
In full bloom
Despite the apparent 
You created confinement 
Within your own lie.

 

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Candice Reineke

Sat 28th Nov 2020 01:55

Well put, Amy!

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