Friday, March 8, 2024

Prologue : I Still Believe In You

Diminished in size as we grew,
We have been deceivers, both me and you.

Found some brutes in the human zoo
Nevertheless, I still believe in you.

Regardless of pollution, the sky is still blue,
Believe me when I say, I believe in you.

Where is the foot that would fit the shoe?
Disillusioned, I still believe in you.

The poem is phony, but the feeling is true,
Despite myself, I believe in you.

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