“Parallel lines
Color them in between
Maybe this wouldn’t seem
So blindly led
These lines they lead
Through the masses
And only meet
When they break
So tell me how
A line could only be parallel
When it seems everything
Is so prone to breaking
Better to be perpendicular
Or parallel
It’s like contemplating
The depths of heaven or hell
And neither seems too bad
Once you realize
They only exist
In drawings and texts
If parallels could speak
It would sound rather faint
The cry of a lover
Whom never met his mate
If we were perpendicular
It might scare the rest
While parallels never meet
We’d crash right through them
I’m sure you knew me
In a different life
Oh how we run such parallel lives
But is it better to be parallel or
Color in these lines
Wishing to reach your mind
I see colors all the time
Red is a favorite of mine
But blood wouldn’t do you justice”
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