The truth is, all that I have found
in these short years above the ground
is that we see what we desire,
what turns our heads around;
and all else doesn’t matter much.
A hint of rose, a lover’s touch;
the little things alone remain.
We lean upon them, like a crutch,
imagining the world is only these;
a selfish notion, if you please,
that over time destroys our minds
and brings us to our knees.
18 APR 2014
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