Is what we see really life, or is it just what
our deceitful mind wants us to think we see?
It's our mind that deceits us sometimes...
It prevents us from seeing things that are in
fact obvious, so we make a mistake after
the other. Lost in our loneliness we just stand
there like idiots, without knowing what to do.
It's our mind that creates those stupid barriers
made of meaningless pride that don't let us
say "I'm sorry" when we should, till it's too late.
Sure, our mind can also cheat us into finding
excitement over little things, but how far is it
right to let it go?
All we can do is keep walking, hoping to have
at least another morning, dreaming of spring in
Japan, which is maybe just another unreal place
in our mind...
Mac
Self-release
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