The optimistic idealist is more often than not saturated with bliss.
She lives in her mind, her perfect paradise.
Look, the world is wonderful!
Look, People are perfect!
'Isn't life beautiful!'
she sings.
Onlookers stare with curiosity; the source of such joy is alien to them.
You know, the taste of optimism is delightful. But, from time to time, the magnificent, happy world disappears.
Look People are imperfect.
Look life is unbearable.
Look World peace is impossible.
All illusions decay.
She's left to face the cruel reality.
She's left suffering.
How could I have been so naive?
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written this year. I wrote most of them at night, whilst the rest of the world was fast asleep. At night my brain seems to be more active, it's when I start to question everything. In this book you'll find themes s...
