Sometimes a perfect vision
Turns out an optical illusion
Some seasons cause confusion
And foresight can be bent

I’m bruised from sacrifices
Ditching plans like they were vices
Paying the same prices
But getting nothing from what I’ve spent
Can I say what’s been said before?
I just want to believe there’s more
And that hope will survive

And I’ll still be alive
At the close
But I don’t know how this story goes

Published by Cona Rose

Hi! I'm Cona Rose, a recent college graduate and a girl who loves philosophy, theology, and great books. My mind is a funny place - somehow both chaotic and systematic. I take a long time to process my thoughts, and I can't handle too many ideas at once. For all these reasons, I made this place for my mind to let out some energy and to try to better organize everything inside it. If anyone else finds entertainment in or learns from this content in any way, I'll consider that the icing on the cake!

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