Mixture

on

The sky, he neglected to tell

He was looking for a replacement to heal the swell

He shines in beauty to pretend he’s well

Nothing that darkness can’t mend

I, I like to pretend

That I can see

But we all blind as blind we can be

On that, you’ll have to agree

Let me place the coma on the right spot

Let’s enjoy the sunrise, that’s all we’ve got

Amongst all the wonders of apathy

We can reach certain ease on every day’s agony…

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