Today I want to save the world. Paint it red: like the blood of flowers.
Find homes for all the beggars and console all the lost children that people never understand.
Join all the tables together in all the restaurants so people never have to isolate each other on purpose.
I wish I knew how to call a lie a lie: and I wish I knew when the truth was the truth.
Then maybe sometimes I wish I were selfish enough to not care. Or was it the other way round?
And these words are through and through our own: painted on soul and blinded in eye: like the monsters they all whisper about but never find.
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