eyes in disguise

the quiet girl, they all speak of

my thoughts parade in my mind

how can perfection occur when the world is no better

it is a race between time

a smile in public, but a frown alone

trying to win a battle against myself

i guess that is why they say "mind over matter"

eyes in disguise that no one will realize

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