Poem #1
Contemplation
often i wander
daydreaming, gazing
blurring my eyes until reality
blends with fantasy
am I dreaming or awake?
real is what happens
when the cameras are turned off
like when you wash your face at night
and wipe away the memories of yesterday.
look at yourself in the mirror
standing there, alone
no one to impress.
stay true to yourself
and the rest will fall into place.
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