They ignite the spark of imagination,
They gently open eyes, which were closed before,
They lull into security.
They make beautiful promises,
they give cheery counsel,
They are obstinately optimistic,
they open doors once unseen.
OR SO IT SEEMS
They appear at night, or when least wanted,
They encourage man's foolish streak,
They light up doubts, long forgotten,
They play to his pride, his pain, his weakness.
They add fuel to the flame of guilt,
They strangle the feeble conscious,
They smother the slightest spark of esteem,
They destroy man's very sanity.
THAT IS THE REALITY
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