Everyone Has A Different Reality - Who Am I To Say
Is it silence that the mind concieves a formulation for all that has been seen
Or could it be in the cauous where one manipulates the scene
Could you turn down the grandeur and pick up a piece
Can you lift up the curtain and sweep up the seeds
Climb a stair to the attic to see what's been missed
Paint a daring picture from your favorite list
Lose yourself for a moment and finally confess
Weld all the pieces and present your true self
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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