Hypocrisy At Its Finest
Out of sight ... out of mind
That which my eyes cannot see
Is just an impression, a replica, a photocopy
Filed away in the vast expanse of mnemonic space
Drifting through grey matter
Losing more of itself along the way
The details become blurred
Blemishes are erased, rough edges honed
All now elicited is the Playboy version
Airbrushed and made-up with meticulous abandon
You have your Hope Diamond, your Helen of Troy
Flawless, timeless, priceless
Utterly uncompromising
How can one relate this image with its faults?
Recalling the imperfections
Invokes only negative emotions, unwanted noise, irrationality
Feelings never fade
Thoughts don't drift away
I remember the anger, the depression, the longing
I remember the detachment, the disinterest, the rupture
I remember all of the immaturity
But the veil has been pulled down
Negativity belongs behind closed doors
I want my utopia, I want my Helen
It's naught but intentional ignorance
Life is perfect when it's lived inside the mind ...
Then reality sets in
The world is not set in Black and White
It's all grey area, the Yin and the Yang
Out of sight ... out of mind
I need to see the blemishes, view the inconsistencies
The picture needs no more distortion
Let me see you in all of your chaotic glory
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