seam ripped

a truth, forsooth
no such thing as absolute
shades of grey
no way to know for certain
a curtain
fluttering between reality and dream
a seam ripped
a coin flipped
a choice
a voice in your fate
not too late
to choose
be your own muse
pick up your pen
write a new end
or a new beginning
winning is not about when you start but how you finish
don't diminish belief in magic
tragic when we decide that fantasy and reality don't coincide
denied the right to make our own way
to stray down paths perched between the substantial and the fanciful
radical worlds that they say we cannot coexist in
persist in your belief that flowers are fairies in disguise
surprise yourself with your sensibility
sensitivity to the beauty and the pain around you

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