J.R.V.A.

A paradigm of paradox,
ironic as it seems
Is poignantly incoherent
To a hill of beans
Exceedingly electrifying
when all's as it seems
The facade you are wearing
is as thin as my blue jeans
Cause no one really knows
you know,what it really means

We discalceate through
Summer time, as reality
is real, approaching
phantasmal realms
of rights, when left
is where we beam

We hide ourselves
behind the stratus
That hovers o'er our heads
As calling morpheus is when
we've gave away our beds

As thinking to a caring mind
as love is to a miser
We look inside ourselves to see
Which one is the wiser

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart