Give me a sight that lasts,

something that won't escape,

because I'm tired of the changing of minds,

the persistent feeling of unease,

that decorates my mind,

it plays havoc with my self-belief,

so lost behind what I thought I could see,

should have realised it was foggy

◄ Truth


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