Perspective
If you turned to this page
you’re forgetting that what is going
on around you is not reality.
-Richard Bach
The walls are not real.
The windows are not locked.
It’s the way that you feel,
What you thought when they talked.
The wind holds no malice.
The clouds are not black.
It’s a storm only feared
based on outdated facts.
The pain isn’t certain.
The experience speculation.
The expectations you’ve chosen
just a type of segregation.
Devastation’s just a thought
when you count yourself out.
The silence is false
but you have to shout.
The disease always varies
the effects are uncertain,
the solutions always changing
keep hold of your person.
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