Colors fade into shades
Thoughts expand,
Your peers are amazed.
Intricately meshed
In a thoughtless way
Tactonically sliding,
The layers in place.
Blurring the lines
Of reality and how you see
Taking things at a whim,
Nurturing your rootless tree.
Your lines are faded,
Like a shallow stream.
Taking the easy route,
Self destruction is what I see.
Where are your morals,
With your selfish ways
Left to your own devices,
Are these really your ways?
I see through your mask,
Through all your schemes
Recognizing you,
At least I’m free.
A front seat pass
Which is why I say,
For this is what happens
When slipped, black and white turn grey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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