Utopian room


A clean fresh slate

Wouldn’t that be great

When all I see 

The room a mirror

A complete reflection of

Me 

Not this messed up world

But in a small little corner 

Near the edge of the room

Would be something fascinating 

I assume

Like a globe that shows every happy thing in this world

Because you cannot block out everything that makes our planet 

Beautiful 

Some breathtaking art 

Sounds quite suitable 

But what I really need is a great

Spacious 

Door

Because you cannot always live in a utopia

When there is nothing worth fighting for
 
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queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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