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Can bright blue sky cover bright red fears

In a room that always seems to decrease.

Clutching at walls, and hiding

behind smiles and sleeves

Eyes kept shut,

It all disappears.



What I see is all I see

An neverending wave that rushes

In a neverending sea.



Wearing my heart on my sleeve,

But my sleeve is creased.

Is my soul so untidy,

Is my mind so deceased?



Outside of me, there is no such thing,

Must I be so narcissistic

Your colours are fading

I fear mine always were

To die now, or watch me ageing,

Which would I prefer?