I open my eyes, glancing around me,
the world is dripping with shades of grey,
my glasses have disappeared.
My eyes are open, the rose is gone,
the world bears scars and hidden layers,
once unseen and blurry.
I can finally see.
shattering glass
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the hole where we stood
A story you're told about once every year,
Details increase as you're judged old enough.
Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,
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we think we're better
Everybody feels things,
No matter what they say or how they act,
Emotions run wild through the brain with no control.
Everyone has choices,
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just a fable?
I. The Hare
The hare can bound and sprint and leap,
Without much effort, rewards will reap.
The hare can brag and flaunt and rule,
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