Paradox
Paradox
There comes a time when the smile is fake,
And the vibrant, moist tears are real.
A moment where guilt is satisfaction,
Innocence is to con and steal.
When similar conflicts occur,
We must all realise.
Everything constantly changing,
What is becoming of us?
There will be a time of eternal changes,
All pureness will melt indeed,
With a sensible reply to endless questions,
Red will be the colour we bleed.