Acceptance
Chasing our shadows within a
mixture of helium and glue,
denied access into a world
of colorless azure blue
as a skeletal version of ourselves
enters a wasteland
we dream to call a room.
Realities shrill whistle
always plays to us in tune,
a misnomer we regularly embrace
and all too often,
neurotically consume
in spite of our contradictions,
which on a sunny day
always appear to us as a
magnificent colorful bloom.
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