anythinggoes

 A poem of innocence and loneliness.

Everyone says what they do is right, who really knows. Cycles of truth, webs of deception, life becomes a facade. Keep it all internal, hide all the world from me. They need me more than I need them. Go unnoticed. Perform life. Conceal all in silence, and be far into a place frozen in time. Captured in a dream. When I was fifteen years old I knew everything there was to know, and now I’m old, it was true. There is confidence in innocent eyes. Hold knowledge for surpassing their years. Expectations put high upon a pedestal of short comings.

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