I'm searching..yet.. pretend to not
Cloned public point of view
Funny how the outer eyes
Affect the inner you
Living..showing..deemed conforming
Beside eternal Jones
Tranquil lawn.. so green it spawns
A hesitance..to mowing
On and on..till..when's the end?
Shall all remain the same?
Sacrificed..the dare of youth
What now...what remains
All are equal..rich or poor
In either circumstance
No one's ever satisfied...they say they are
But..given chance
There always comes a "but"
From most tenants of the "rut"
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 20th, 2024 06:49
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Comments1
Too true to laugh social conformity is what keeps us safe but also what chains us down. It is my rage against the machine. nicely written
Thanks
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