Perception

PERCEPTION

Turn night into morning, protect my eyes from the sun.
  Isn't a blink where my life had begun?
    Screaming in pain, blood rushed to my head.
      Mommy and daddy pleased I am not dead.
        My birth coincides with something I'm sure,
          but what really is awesome is my gift to endure.
            Many deaths have followed the futures words of the past.
              My brothers untimely suicide being it's last.
                But what is so awesome? Is this just for me?
                  No, it is my gift to live happily.
                    I do not need a mirror, just so to reflect.
                      I just need my being, and a problem to correct.
                        What truly is awesome, if you could not of guessed.
                           Is that despite everything, I still feel blessed.
                             There is something awesome, no matter the blue.
                                What truly is awesome, is what comes out of you.
                                 

 

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