(5:25 pm)
Chin up,
Shoulders straight.
Lips curved,
Legs crossed.
Oh, how hideous. How so simple and unadorned. Let's fix it.
I shift, I reposition,
But the reflection is yet to be enlightened.
At times, morning bells chime and I awaken.
Most times, I am compartmentalized into innumerable inhumane aspects.
The concept of sacrifice has been familiarized, despite the high disliking of it.
So rather than forming into a cold, bitter tea,
I nuzzled into the aspect that dreams cannot always be sweet.
Yet I have never felt more mirth than in the exordium of it all.
In this, I shift once again.
But I will remember,
Redemption will always lie plainly in truth.
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