……While walking in another man’s shoes, I was no longer amused cause I felt what lit his fuse, slept on clues are now my headlining news, I’ve become convinced blindness is something we choose, by lying to ourselves he’ll be helped by what we know to be a dying system, we say hush to a innate wisdom, like a gunman who doesn’t want to break his rhythm, we rush back to maintain age old algorithms, we consolidate issues with a ribbon, false narratives are a given, the mentally challenged are in our prisons, supposedly stable minded decisions, are but a mad scientist’s incision….. this from a being whose suppose to be fully evolved, too much of the thing to see everything involved, will never get to the point of problem solved.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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A wonderful set of rhyme in this poem intricate and flowing it makes sense. A very nice write
Thanks
You are most welcome
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