I have a nasty habit.
One where I cannot necessarily
see the reality of things.
Rather,
I see what I want to see.
But, if that’s the truth,
we all have a nasty habit,
don’t we.
We ignorantly ignore
things we don’t want to see,
whether we choose to
or not.
We choose to smoke,
even if we know it will kill us.
Could I have
a pack of cancer?
We fall in love
with the worst people,
knowing they will destroy us.
We fall into young love,
which is even worse.
Knowing it simply cannot last forever,
it will end,
soon.
Everything in our eyes
seems to slip
from the facts,
and we choose to
believe in the fantasy.
Born to think this way,
or is it a choice?
An influence from those around us?
From the people who whisper
lies straight into our eyes,
telling us we look more beautiful
with artificial shit
smeared across our faces.
I’ve got a nasty habit,
and so do you.
We choose to live with them,
whether we want to
or not.
