A Blind Eye
Holding on to something,
Something that is already gone;
Will make the day mournful,
And a tad bit long.
Not seeing the clues,
That lie right in front of you;
Will make you lose your mind,
And become easily unglued.
So when something is missing,
Take it in and understand,
It might never come back,
No matter how much you beg.
What's done is done,
Do not let it fool you;
Look past its coat of lies,
Or it may consume you.
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