wishing the
book
wasn’t gray
like the sky
and someone
said he seemed depressed
and what do
they know
assuming they
know thoughts
all prettied up
for others eyes
not edited for
all audiences
real life is
raw
and ugly at
times
and no one
really
escapes some
form
of the ugly
side of life
there seems to
be meaning
hidden every
where
even in the
ugly
even when it doesn’t
sound right
words clashing
like opposing
fronts
during a storm
high above the
wonderful city…
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