I wish I could be simultaneously,
Alone but together,
No judgment; just me.
An infinite summer,
Spent sat by that tree,
All of these things but most of all free.
I’ve always been whole but still I’ve felt half,
Perspective is something that adds to the craft,
To display my feelings not provoking a laugh,
An art yet to master,
The vision seems daft.
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