Hiding in the shadows on the streets.
Mannequins in a masquerade of darkness.
Stumbling on the path where to no end.
Thinking above blind slavery to the custom.
Proud of being what others fear in the storm.
Not acting like dogs that are trained to perform.
We are the necessities of rebellious invention.
Ever aware to the responsibility of our intentions.
Taking steps to avoid society’s sick intervention
To change us to fit within their comprehension.
Needed
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 9:08 PM
Tags: ClueLessReality, Life, Poems
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... to change- or to not?
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