
Some days are dressed as a bad preamble
For those other days bound to follow
Setting life’s stage for disappointments
Cheating us of otherwise little nuances
That may offer us a change of direction
Instead, we keep an eye out for the worse
Like moving shadows or disguised pitfalls
Our perception spoon-feeds intelligence
Prior to formulating our final conclusions
From a prejudice or tainted shade of truth
We’re factually our own worse eyewitness
Which then misleads our rawest emotions
We ought to treasure all that is before us
Trust in promises… for better tomorrows
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