Reversed Egg

What if our world is a reversed egg,
And we don’t come out of it,
We just go back and pretend
To love everything about it.
What if our ups are downs and somewhere in between,
Our roads are heavy, our skies unseen,
And what if our words are swallowed,
Instead of being spitted out?
Our bodies hollow
And full of doubt?

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