Close your eyes and you’ll only see,
What you know is
there,
Trying to form a realistic image,
And then morning strikes,
Real as the next day,
I trip my way through the crowds,
And into your eyes,
And for a second I see what I see in me,
But that’s never viable,
Whilst I’d rather sit and lurk in the shadows,
Outside you’re finding your own depth.
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