de-vista.

when the morning sun

hits my exhausted eyes

something deep in me cries

a long slumber shudders at the thought

of a day filled with light

of a street filled with smiles

i am not an enemy of goodness

yet i hate sweets and smiles

too much of it poisons my throat

and i suffocate in my plight

i can hold a hand with love too

but i must let go of it at once

for if i hold for too long i might

end up on a darker side

the vista that is blooming around

i know i can never be a part of the song

but my aria plays herself in a corner

her lonely voice demystifying my own

my clarity is mine alone

my canvas can never reflect

what you wish to see.

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