What I thought there was, there wasn't
What there really was, I didn't see.
Making something out of nothing
My mind played tricks on me.
What I thought I felt, I couldn't
What I couldn't feel was there
Blurred lines among emotions
As solid as the air.
What I feel now I've chosen
I've chosen what to see
The nature of my feelings
All depend on me.
Short, insightful, beautiful!
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