"I'm not a cynic,
merely a realist."such a boring retort
to another's optimistic bliss.your dreams have died,
fine.
but others thrive
and they will grow
while you spit in our eyes.your joy of life
has run dry,how come your misery
is everyone else's
problem?you're stuck on
negative thinking
and that's exactly
why you're sinking.there's no magic pixie dust
to lift your spiritsso work on your smile
and leave our ideals
alone for awhile.maybe your perspective
will change its appetite.
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.