We all follow the strict protocol,
Of what life brings us,
Clopping through a demand of,
Wild emotions that come,
Through pacing through the street,
Managed and pacified,
By a single thought,
Paranoid beyond compare,
In a battle that will never win,
Coma thoughts of a better world,
A flight of the canny,
That is unavoidable,
In a theorized process,
Where you get the luck of the draw,
In this twisted world of ours,
Hard to contain the beast in all of us,
Until the next day that we always pray for,
In a mind-blowing carelessness,
Is it not the best feeling in the world?
About the Creator
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That made me feel...almost like an old photograph's negative...looking inward
Wow! Amazing and emotional poem!