A Missing Page in My Diary

Get rid of the last tear blurring your vision.
Keep it real.
See the world crystal clear,
Move your Eyes around,
Look for your goals,
Your dreams,
Your Happiness.
Do not be serious,
But do not be a fool.
Stand upside down,
But learn to use a tool.

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