It feels unceasing to me
As we rewrite history
Overwrite the bad washing away sad and unhappiness
The devil will not have a chance to laugh at us.
But I can’t get a grip or dig-in
to hold a place with constant faces.
An authentic conversation, with no acting or clues about what they need me to do.
As soon as I pick a spot, I quickly see the plot, and the change to make things better.
But I refuse to pretend that I don’t see the altered end.
The story changes & bends, as we mend, mend, mend.
Will I ever lose synthetic, contrived, and find an authentic friend, a genuine interaction and existence with significantly less resistance? One where I’m seen and heard as me.
Or maybe to grip-in, I’ll have to pretend, I don’t see the ever-changing end.
Um-hum’s, Blank Stares, Fake smiles, curious glares.
Your game moves, betrothals, blindfolds, and stupid clues – wipe our species out!
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Coliseum photo by Federico Di Dio photography on Unsplash
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