hey little me,
do you still don
those rose-colored glasses
to hide from reality's gloom?
do you still paint
blue skies over every
window in our room?
I think it's fine
to steer your mind
towards good—
but remember this too:
there's evil behind
the red on your eyes
and the blue in your safe little room.
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