I used to focus,
On what caught my eye.
Sparkly, enticing, bright,
Yet often a lie.
As the years passed,
It became clear to see,
The treasures I seek,
Often quietly reside,
In blurry backdrops,
Easy to perceive,
But hard to believe.
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I used to focus,
On what caught my eye.
Sparkly, enticing, bright,
Yet often a lie.
As the years passed,
It became clear to see,
The treasures I seek,
Often quietly reside,
In blurry backdrops,
Easy to perceive,
But hard to believe.