Your search
The things you look for
They’re on the inside
You look outward, for inspiration and hope
We all seek those palatable things
Our eyes are strong and we seek with them
As we look past
The framework is ours.
Light or soft.
We bend it through our lenses
And describe it to our service
Wilting in our own discrimination
Celebrate, then fake, onto your shapely fate
No one owns this life but you
We’ll all lay down when the dark sets in.
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