empty promises.
The imminent let down of each ripe opportunity
spoiling before my eyes.
My mother said I am like a shattered crystal.
A collection of sparkling fragments
begging to be put back together.
Most seek to gain a better understanding of the world.
I wish to lose it.
Please, give me the ignorant bliss I long for.
The inability to distinguish if I should press
fast forward
or
rewind.
We're so close to something better left unknown. -Metric
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