It’s Never Clear
My feet are on the ground, yet my head is in the clouds. All I see are rainbows through the glass windows. It’s not quite clear, so I try to wipe it off. It’s no use, the rainbows keep returning in full color. It can’t be helped, can it? There’s always something there, even nothing! That is how I understand it.
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Dearest Reverie 