Recently, I’ve been guilty of being just a little bit of a Skeptic,
I’m a little realistic, just a bit imaginatively ascetic.
Contradicting my inclination to blind-foldedly believe,
That no mind could concoct notions so deviant to deceive,
I’ve heard my fair share of the tallest tales
Cling to the logic when your emotions fail!
With every tear I shed, a piece of my innocence died.
A metamorphosis, girl to woman, before my own eyes.
I allow myself to dream here and there, every so often I dare.
But when it comes time for differentials, fantasies I’ll spare.
There’s nothing wrong with a dreamer, how I admire them so!
I wish I could release my heart and mind as easily as they let go!
But I admire at a safe distance, from a skeptical point of view,
If you’d picked up as many pieces as I, so would you.
It’s not so bad being a skeptic, I manage somehow to get by,
I’ll never let myself dodge the truths of what I know to be a lie.
The hopeless romantic lives in me 23% of the time,
& the love of my live is on the way I’m sure,
Until then, I’ll write about it in riddles n’ rhyme,
As even us skeptics can believe in folk-lore.
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