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Can we enter 2015 with no filter? With so many filters and mask, I sometimes hate to ask what's real or what's fake. What would it take?
How many fake smiles
Have you put on before?
When inside your beating heart
Is broken and torn.
How many tears
Has your pillow held at night?
When you lay there, broken,
The sun rises, I wake up,
the dread sets in.
The voices swirl, I push them down
deeper, deeper, til they are just a wind
blowing back my hair that everyone tells me
is so beautiful.
Once just a boy
Wretched beast against the foul Earth
Entered a coffee shop, when I was but a cloud of a man
No thoughts, hush hush, chop chop, then
Pencil and paper, whispered to each other
If I could see the fate that lies in my childrens future,
Seeing how these kids mature faster than me,
Minds being captured of the totally hip adventure,
watching and staring through 3D glasses from my plea.
