Small white fluffy balls

Small white fluffy balls,

Would you like to fill in my faults?

I want to get the answer right,

But does the answer survive?

I want to get everything right,

But what I'm feeling is a little bit not right.

I want to say sorry,

But then I get to feel the horror.

My friends ask, is everything alright?

Even if I answer it right,

Would I still get the environment I survive?

No, right?

So I went inside,

Sit with the stuff that makes me feel right.

That includes everything I write.

Huge big tears gathered on the rim,

And I fear for them falling down with free will.

But I don't want to feel

What I'm feeling right now.

It feels so exhausted,

To tell you the truth.

Still I sit in the lawn,

Grazing grass leading to truth,

Glancing the sky with merry-go fluff.

See, that's a dragon,

And that's an elephant.

Oh, how I wish those were things I still ask

When I look at those small white little fluffs.

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