Reality
My sights see what must be seen, not what should be.
My heart feels what truly exists, not what should be felt.
A life like no other in such a time that exists not common to
many, a level reached by the obsessed and mostly never
reached and I ask myself why, looking at reality before me and
anger emits allowing such, ignorance is it. I pitty the world I'm
in, but somehow the smile of my loved ones, from those
strangers who know how to show a real smile, reality surprises
me with the little good we so easily forget, what we should truly
remember. My heart feels warmth once more, when it rarely did.
How the beauty of life controls our destiny so well, to become
what we should be, not what we want,
We accept what we should be, but never what we want.
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