withered thoughts and clouded minds
taught only by societies style
boxed houses uniform without distinction
person to person the same
experiences only of necessity and routine
black and white is the rainbow
no laughter or songs to sing
living zombies of society is what we shall be
Spoken words twisted and clumsy fall from my lips
In a corner of a crowded room flooded with continuous thought
did you notice?
As the music soothes me my body sways a smile tilts my lips
No thoughts past the moment
did you see?
Ink stained fingertips words flowing
pages upon pages
I am content
This is me
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