You think you’re taking in a breath of fresh air,
but after removing those rose-colored filters,
you’ll see it’s actually the sharp bitter ice cold winds of reality.
Fierce and billowing, you get pushed over and pulled around,
never finding steady footing until you succumb and surrender to the breeze
and let it pull you into your transcendental wisdom.
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