As there is no perfect moment
You'll just have to go on the shit you've dreamed
There is no front door welcome or farewell
There is no special achievement that sums you up
You are the excellent pretender
In love with material and your own visage
There is no defining moment
In the brain it might be so
But the world makes no such discernment
I have become obsessed with many things
One is finding the truth about this
There is no grain of timber that will complete you
There is no special vase
There is no cherry on top art
Or vintage dazzle
There is no such thing
You have absorbed too much of the hype
struggled boredom
And through lack of awareness
supported empty trends
fake dreams about moments that never happen
about meanings that don't exist
Luckily the mind gives you all of that uniquely
Permission to believe what you value is special
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