all my life i've lived in
a sterile world
where people took tests to visit me
and spies were my friends

        i do not see a sky above me
it is just a painting of fluffy white clouds
splattered against the big canvas
they created just for me
	i do not see a river running to the ocean
it does not have fish swimming beneath the surface
the waves do not swirl with splashes of water drops
cooling my face with its soft light mists
	i do not see a land of green grass
it is made of plastic
the kind people use to deceive others how beautiful it is
the kind with the unnatural sickly coloured green

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