Bottles in backpacks, shoelaces undone
stargazing despite the pollution
it doesn’t matter if you have different eyes
if what you see is equivalent.
Splaying out striped balls,
watching in case your friend falls,
without regret you open up, you lower all your walls.
For what is life if you don’t live it in glory?
Why have a book without a story?
The price of feeling free is following your heart,
but that requires knowing what your heart wants.
Things can always go wrong. It is unlike life to be simply right.
Yet no one feels tricked by it,
because life can still be perfect.
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