Teach me, reach me, finally speak and see.
Lessons that you teach, they haunt me in my sleep and I can't see straight.
Holding, going, freely falling and flowing,
the straight and narrow, lines never crossed.
Obedience, complacent, brainwashing taught.
Lessons are legends that grow in truth,
listen to the lines that guide you.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
