A display

I admit, I skipped class

for a piece of

pumpkin pie.

I admit, I went after mass

for a sip of wine

to escape time.

I admit, I did waste

parts of my youth

especially waiting on a fairy

to pay me for a tooth.

I admit, I had imaginary friends

some were real, some dreamt

but held them all

in contempt.

I admit I believe

all the water falls

so it can find comfort

not be deceived.

I admit every flower

has a hidden purpose

but expires

after one hour.

Don’t admit away

your life

remained disguised

water only falls to be a display.

burn baby burn

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