Imagine
Imagine we all had our own
little world to go into
Where lies aren't as loud, the
truth isn't as quiet, and where
we can forget all the pain we've
been through.
Imagine instead of jealousy our
eyes had love to see.
Imagine we were pushed by
the affections we feel, as we
found that somebody that
defines perfection.
Ironically we fear negative
transformations generated by
love or an accurate imitation
Why must it matter so much for
us what foreign people
suppose,
When they only critique what
they lack in the most
Why when we witness a plight
we fear shadows not knowing
it'll lead us to light
Why do we surrender towards
Hate provoking us to feel little
when we should belittle those
with misconceptions propelling
our generation to believe in
broken vows.
Imagine life was really what
you want it to be
Where things and/or people
were really what they seem,
and not a bizarre image
covered by spiritual smoke
screens
Just imagine you're the mirror
to it all and they're just fearing
your success because you're
nearer to it.
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