Smiling
I always saw life so "separately"
as if my eyes were mine
but belonged to someone else
two different pieces to something
bigger than myself.
They give me a "special perspective"
a deep detail into another ones person
a specific type of reading
i see them in a different version.
It's hard to connect to most people
when you can read more than you intend
everyone acts like they're going to heaven
but hell is right around the bend.
I wish I could close my eyes
so I could be blinded
like everyone around me
oblivious to details I cue on
then act like I'm the one who's crazy.
Maybe I am but I'm blessed with this curse!
So I'll keep yal smiling while I'm stuck on this earth!
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