Twirling leaves fall from the sky,
Creating the unseen lines from up high,
Burning eternally, forever into history,
Hard to see the reason in the beginning.

The effort all seems so wasted,
Time is feeling more and more placid,
Not sure if I had the chance and lost it,
Or if it simply never truly existed.

I imagine these questions will remain,
Two steps forward, and three more behind,
And I'm left again, making up for lost time,
If only you could see the sincerity in my eyes.

Why do I only see in shades of gray,
Everything is so beautiful, they say,
Perhaps it is because I view it as a painting,
Or maybe because I compare it to a symphony.

I will never view this reality as you do,
And it takes getting used to, harder to live through,
I can fully assure you, you do not see it as I do,
The pain of seeing everything so logical.

Understand those jaded moments .....

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Loving your writes Fear..

Thank you all.

It isn't really jaded though, more retrospective in its intent...Can't be jaded by reality, it is otherwise useless.