Absorbed


Painted faces whirl past with
empty hearts that won't last.
Plastic people to look their best
say "it's fine" but have no rest.
Paper hearts flutter in the breeze
with one great storm their walls recede.
Puppets of wood made to last
strings to control stay tighten fast.
A grand romantic with words like fire
they last a day and are gone tomorrow.

Imperfections to control
different directions each will go.
Numbers in days fight to hold on
candle in the wind the curtain is drawn.
Life becomes lost in fixing flaws
good for you, you deserve applause.
A forgery to perfection take a bow
forgotten replaced this you allow.
A masterpiece in reflection
but a true egocentric in recollection.

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