May Change

The wind may change
Your eyes grow stranger than
Fiction can rewrite the way
You see,
Everything is only thought
You know
What appears to be is seen
For show,
What once was now is not today
Perhaps the maps were drawn up wrong
Created just to string along
You see,
Fiction can rewrite the way
Your eyes grow stranger than
The wind may change .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-02-19 at 13:38

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