picture this:
humans toiling over sincere projects,
far from acting like pieces of work,
inching towards generosity,
without breathing in abysmal notions.
but with egotism ensnaring me,
what do I paint this with?
I want to live in strength and spright,
but you keep modifying me
with reality possessing dying embers.
away from cynical manipulations,
I want to eyeball people drowning themselves in nobility,
not setting in motion the vicious cycle of qualms,
in which diplomacy illustrates the opposite of oaths taken.
I want to evolve,
but you keep modifying me.
-isha
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