The Hole
Art is subjective
That's what they say
They say that what some people find ugly
Are seen as beautiful to someone else
My life
Full of twists and turns
Full of turns and twists
Is subjectively art
A hole once pulled me
It sucked me into it's dark abyss
Yet through this I have found
The most beautiful of gems
Hidden within the stone walls
I took these gems as I went down
Down, down, down
Watching the tragedy
Watching the sun vanish
And when I returned back to the surface
I had a whole treasure chest
A chest of glowing gems
Subjectively art
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