Everything is just a blur
To incompetent and closed-minds
Living their lives at ease
Neglect by their sides
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All shadows are around
Things became invisible
To the eye of the beholder
Making it irreversible
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What you see becomes what you think
That causes a moral imbalance
Yet throughout all those assumptions
The meaning is lost in that instance
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Words become incoherent
Actions driven in the wrong
People will misunderstand
The essence of life's song
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Colors would then fade
And everything you think you know
Would be the result of what you did
That was based on the thoughts you'd row
YOU ARE READING
A Writer's Collection
Short StorySTOP! Good. Now I've got your attention. Open the door. No, not your door. But this door. Not a physical door either. This door is called Story Door. Open it. There is no turning back. Welcome. Didn't say I didn't warn you. -M
