I stare endlessly, restfully
up through the blue of the sky
Wondering, pondering, deciding,
Today, which disguise shall be mine?
As I know not my own self,
nor the world my eyes bring to shine.
My existence is a balancing act,
all I can do is to try and act kind
If you needed to know, is this real?
My thoughts would be useless,
my response, you would not feel,
Nor would it mean anything to reality itself,
Purely my musings,
from my own private film reel
So I therefore must face my selves,
Read every book upon the shelves
Lest I fall into an existence of Hell,
Into a Fairy World
filled with gnomes and elves.
A world where my want does not belong,
everyday I remind myself to stay strong.
So I am able to navigate each second,
no matter how it lingers, no matter how long,
So for as long as my Will is mine to hold
I will never be gone
I will never say goodbye
My life is mine to control
imperfection is perfection
Barber life, struggle, life
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