Perception bends reality, naturally
Rosegardens perish without rain
Life is more counterbalance than balance
As any bicycle demonstrates

We tell ourselves a version of a story
Though most claim to be objective
Casting light on foggy memories
Or projecting a future, unknown

Bias for growth is not sunbathing
Nor becoming a vampire
Might as well smell the Osiana
We have finite opportunities to


🎶 Poem Song
🎶 Lily Kershaw

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