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If only we could read minds,
what we might find might not mightly suprise us.
Nuture made it so,
that our appearances might suggest our certainty on which way to go.


One sense
suggests we belong there.


One stare,
suggests admiration
or irritation.
Its all in our heads.


One sentence made,
even when we dont really mean it.
Its all in our heads.


Goals become unclearer
and more in number
as the seconds make us older.
Its all in our hands.


They say Fate can not be changed.
Truth is,
people say alot of things so that the things they are used to might not be changed.
Its all in our hands.


Life is not a slow walk.
The unfortunates might happen,
so long we can lift a leg,
the trophy is ours.


Everything we see,
both in the physical and spiritual realm
was created with the mind,
the Oven of the Future.


The future is there,
we are here,
our minds up here.
We are getting there.
unnamed Apr 2017
As she looked in the mirror.
A vision slowly getting unclearer.

She hated her freckles.
She hated her eyes.  
She hated the curves at the tops of her thighs
They were magnets to her eyes.

But outside her window.
Was a boy in his room.
He couldn't help but think of a girl he knew.

A girl with freckles.
And pretty brown eyes.
A girl who was beautiful.
No matter what size.

— The End —