Mirage

 Eggshells for emotions.

Smile so they think you're present while your mind is capsized by a galaxy of false

contentment and fading hope. The price of genuine happiness is measure in currency

too rich for me. The rich man smiles a sad toothy grin filled with expensive obligations

and debt collectors. The middle man sighs with lust of his neighbors feast and bad decisions.

The poor mans happiness radiates like invisible fumes from a mirage of a better tomorrow. 

Each seem happy, but only one truly feels it. A hallucination of reality blurs the lines of 

imagination. The mind secures itself around a safe point. My safe point is a dusting; the memory 

of a life not lived. A life stolen. A commitment nobody wants to hold. A figment. A mirage of the 

untold truth of happiness. 

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