Swell Time

Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.


Walk around, pretend like you can not see

Imagine that things are beautiful

Imagine that things are pristine and perfect

When in your heart you know

You know

Deep down you know

Things are not the way you want them to be


Things are the way they are

In all their imperfection

In all their humanity

Deny what is real

But at what cost

To not see, to not listen

To not see truth



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This entry was posted on October 4, 2017 by in poem, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , .
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