What’s Real

Sinking deep into my bed,

This symptom of insanity

Angels singing in my head,

Won’t you redefine reality

In a way that leaves you satisfied and free?

See the beauty in this life for what it is.

Stop begging for forever, recognize the magic that exists.

The finest paint will chip,

And lines will form along your face,

Disintegration is written in the stars, 

Collapse is built into our bones,

So love these things for what they are,

Always keeping in mind, they have to go.

Always keeping in mind

You are always at home.

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