I’m my own utopia
In my Utopia, we would dream awake
Writing poems about each other
Speaking in whispers hushed
I could say out loud
That I felt loved without
Trying to find a measure
Or a reason to be appreciated
In my own utopia
We wouldn’t judge each other
But act as parts of the same exposure
To compassion, we experienced
Through years of living & suffering
In my Utopia, everyone would be artistic
Painting, music, dance would be
As common as speaking
Or conversing over the internet.
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