Plastic surgery
It's like my lens are coated green
Like the world is shrouded in mist.
I can't seem to see anyone anymore.
Only how distant each one is.
It's like my hands are fenced in.
Like we are all in armor casing.
We all can't speak truthfully.
With all the communication technology.
It's like i can't pace with time.
Like the next moment i see a different thing.
No one ever remains the same.
The heart changes with each heartbeat.
I can't keep up with it.
We all lie and act each day.
A smile, a laugh to keep things going.
Fixed with a simple surgery,
I show what I want myself to be.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
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