Poetry

Spotless Imperfections

You sit there content in blissful ignorance

No worries about the on coming hindrance

Faulted, you can’t be, on your childlike innocence

But surely you must care more about your own existence

Empty now, your stare stays strong

Positive feeling is now long gone

Let’s begin your new sad song

Thousands of people can’t be wrong.

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