Why would I look at the thorns,
when there are roses around?
Why would I dare to face reality,
when illusions are there for my entertainment?
Why would I admit defeat,
when I can pretend it never happened?
Why would I go exploring,
when my couch is the most comfortable place on earth?
Maybe, someday I will.
Until then, I may stay still.
The day I acknowledge the hidden support,
I may look at the thorns.
The day I get sick of illusions,
I may dare to face reality.
The day I feel like improving myself,
I may admit defeat.
The day this world becomes my home,
I may go exploring.
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Impersonating Thoughts
Poetry"If the mind is a tree, poems are windfalls." Just a bunch of visions, daydreams, outbursts, opinions and thoughts squished together in a book of diverse poetry. #9 in poetry - 04.05.2016
