A Perfect Lie
Nights needing to be perfect
Imaging a future for… unseen
Yet… perfection is unseen future to hack
Can I tell what is my night for a dream?
Every possible scenario crosses my thought
Detailed to an extreme for a poet’s night
A possible future impossible to be bought
And how many times did my moments died?
A self thought lesser otherwise
Becomes a someone without its moments
Moments believing for a need to lie
Unfortunately… even lies need its reasons
Without this, I make with that
That to believe a little lie I told myself to be
Anew became moments to have had
And from that lie, is truth I began to see
Nights becoming to be perfect
Standing upon a once future… seen
My unseen future I have perfectly hacked
Yet… I know not what my night for a dream?
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