To love..

To love

Is but a party trick

The mind will play on you

It is a mere deception

Of thoughts upon perception

Upon perceiving any object

To the mind that is the subject

It is therefore

All but real

Just a compromise

Just a deal

A wishing well

A fairytale

Just to sell

An epic fail

A failing of the mind that sees

It’s only loved realities

That any object just in front

In subject only is beyond

And not the thing the thing just IS

But what the mind will make you wish

Will make you wishing wat it WAS

The greenest green!

But it’s just grass.

Just grass that is perceived to be

As the mind is slick

Much more to one than others see

I love a party trick.

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