The Mind’s Filter

The clouds are always greyer when I look at them

Darker, as if I mentally edited them

My eyes can see but my mind processes weird

Reading life with all my experiences and fears

Constantly scared and afraid

Wishing for my own mind’s clouds to come down and cause a cataclysmic event that’ll make me relinquish all this doubt

So I can live without the grey for just a little why

Bring me the destruction so my mind can breathe

So these clear skies can see

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