Perfect illusions
Its a grey moon
It waxes and wanes,
It follows its own rules.
O perfection,
Why do u con us so?
We know u can't exist,
Yes we do,
Yet
u shake hands with desire
To keep us teening millions
In perpectual illusions.
I helplessly watch you,
Waxing and waning,
The blacks, the whites,
But mostly the greys.
I love my illusions,
Now all I need,
Is to learn to live with them!
Its a grey moon
It waxes and wanes,
It follows its own rules.
O perfection,
Why do u con us so?
We know u can't exist,
Yes we do,
Yet
u shake hands with desire
To keep us teening millions
In perpectual illusions.
I helplessly watch you,
Waxing and waning,
The blacks, the whites,
But mostly the greys.
I love my illusions,
Now all I need,
Is to learn to live with them!
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