Inorganic Perspective


What you see is what you get in a perfect world

Illusions are for the foolish, and clarity takes prevalence 

We walk around with masks, day in and day out 

Masks that only come off when were too tired to keep them on

Or when were in front of certain others 

Do the pseudo visages mimic beauty? 

Is beauty now perpetually hidden behind these masks? 

Those who have no masks are few 

Shunned and alienated

Considered ugly to those of masquerades 

Acceptance is scarce for the inorganic minded

The bigger picture can make you feel so small

Lost inside the countless brushstrokes

Everyone else is the painter while fate controls the brush

Paint your own pieces

remove your masks & spare no feelings 

for the truth is the catalyst of advancement. 

-Apollos Santos


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