I Am Not Me
The pour of our emotions
Reaching the deepness of the sea
All our crazy delusion
Touching the sky can't you see
Might we need to change our ways
On how we sketch every star
To draw the sun with its lovely ray
To outline hope and erase some scar
Not all audiences have an eagle eye
Some just see the meaning of something
On what it seems to be
Their mind simply can't fly
It was us, or it was them
Who've understood not
Whatever the artist painted was a gem
Whether it's cold or hot
Be responsible they've said
On every word that you play
To your readers, it wed
It kissed them with no delay
Might be quite true
But should we fake our emotions
To color each page with whitish yellow instead of grayish blue
Just for the crowd satisfaction...
7-25-2016
Mysterious Aries
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