A prison you built for yourself
I am the personally perpetual,
Constant heartbreak of the soul.
And the leaves that change color so quickly,
So verily and quite merrily,
Aren't aware of the pictures they paint.
The lie you tell yourself,
A helplessly hapless reminder of the dream you once had,
Sitting on a shelf hidden in plain sight,
Lying just beyond the eyes that light does not touch.
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