False Expectations

We sit in our square rooms
Watching as life is enacted upon
The retinas of our mind
Messy life reduced to edited script
How can we ever hope to measure up
To that glossy moving wonderland
Where even hair behaves so beautifully
Not a hint of frizzly humidity

Copyright November 2013

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