The Norm

The Binds. The white and black. The thin but clear lines. The lies. The truth. The odd. Never a norm. I yearn. I wish. I'm desperate. To feel. The wind. The sun. The pace of life that is nil. I walk. I run. A pack of puppets on the streets. With direction. Intention and believes that the yellow brick road leads to happiness. The people. The religion. The different colours. The ways of life that were never acceptable. The binds. The black and white. The thin but clear lines. The norm.


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