Reality:

I have so many questions, 

And yet the answers are hidden, 

Far below the surface,

Where the purple grass grows.

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I wish I could get there, 

I wish I had access,

I wish it was something I could do on my own.

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I try when it's crucial,

I know eyes are on me, 

But these truths lie in shadow,

I cannot squint through the fog.

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And yet with each passing day,

I grow desperate and antsy,

Because I know the real answer

lies waiting with you.