One could only assume, that everyone has an angle
If you live long enough, every paradox will convince you
Geometry is not the only proof, all things are congruous, consistent
Loves trappings are innumerable, we don’t have to concede
If there ever is a life where I am completely happy, or content
It will be in the acceptance that all imperfections work for the good
Some nights I find that world, in dark blue skies as stars rise
I have always found it in the ocean, in trees, in seasons, in trust
I am not ashamed of how many times trust has been broken
It brings more character, makes me look innocent, frees the betrayer
Soon, I’ll learn to speak plainly, truth will be the only angle
The unsaid will no longer bring disconnect but completion
Things are according to plan, if we let hindsight work in us
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