What John Keats Struggled To Let Out, I Struggle To Keep In Poem by Raj Dronamraju

To the short life of John Keats, we don't apply semantics and we venerate perception
There's a deity who asks the right questions
And it is also the case that there is a deity who responds to the right questions

If I showed what I really thought and who I really was to unreal friends, they would step back and disappear
Yet to know the right amount to release
Pour honesty in a cup but only fill it halfway

Measured personality, muted star
When I turn it up full blast, the multitudes will be consumed
There is nothing honest about the way you look

I wish you stood as straight as me
With your eyes in the center of your skull
And your notion of what is beautiful not constantly shifting, I could say "sands" for this is indeed a desert