It’s a lonely road for all of us
Treading the straight and narrow,
On the eggshells of societies rules,
That grinds us meat and marrow.
Black and white on either side,
We carefully walk between,
Because the boundaries in the gray
Area, are rarely cut and clean.
Fear is what keeps most of us,
From traipsing down the line,
Our carefree selves kept in check,
Within the fences of our minds.
Until the very earth beneath us,
Tears itself apart,
And sends us dancing off the line,
Into creation’s heart.
and yes Grandma, I am writing again. :)
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