As I get older the only thing I get better at is lying.
"I'm okay. How about you?" Distraction.
"Yeah, I ate earlier" Lies.
"Don't worry things will get better" Wishfullness.
"I'm fine, Im okay, Yeah everything is good" Lies, lies, lies that's all they are. I wish I could say that and mean it but I can't, all I can do is wish and lie.
Wish things are different but always see the lie in things. Lie and wish all I can do.
"The worlds not perfect, but it's not that bad" Not bad but it's hard to find and be a part of the "not bad" part. Only a few can feel that and be ok with that.
I want, need some type of balance not swimming in circles with wishing for something would change but then giving up because it's a lie wishes don't come true.
(Music is my way of living)
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YOU ARE READING
Window into my mind
PoetryYou may look through the window but could never step foot into my mind. You may set back and watch admire but from a distance. Just some poems and what not
