A poem; Perspective

[recreative]

Someone who’s underground
sees not that Earth is round.
The awfully good things are far
and life is way under par.

A bright shade hides the fear
of letting people near.
A silent applause for you who dare
come look for me and care.

I crash-landed from up high.
now I can’t even see the sky.
I’ve buried objective morality.
This is my virtual reality.

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