If I sat on my stool and played by the rules
Being like them, I\'d be so cool.
Instead I was the fool, drowned in the pool,
Work horse or mule and just like them, cruel.
Then something switched.
Mirroring the bitch.
In the tornado
Which way is which.
Deeper than a ditch.
Tone changed it\'s pitch.
Ties that bind
losening stitch.
Pictures tell a thousand words.
Fake smiles looking more absurd.
Don\'t whisper if you want your cries heard.
Daydreams at night - in the sky, you\'re a bird.
Is it the tiger that changes stripes or the zebra.
Anubis guarding the scales balance of a Libra.
Memory wiped or a case of amnesia.
Wisdom inhered Sophia, Bathsheba.
Fear, shame or pride which one takes the lead.
More than enough or just what you need.
Steps bringing knowledge, new ways new creeds.
Integrate the messages, practice what you heed.
Change on a dime, new ways fresh mind.
Deep cuts to heal, lessons take time.
Out of the shadows into the prime.
Honest to a fault was never a crime.
Back to square one.
Who knew it could be fun.
Gypsy life or on the run.
Garden of fruit; apple or plum.
Questions have answers. Sum of all Sums.
Take it or leave it, bread leaving crumbs.
Walk where you\'re guided.
Path graced with light of the Sun.
~Ruby L.S.~
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