Night and day.
Black and white.
What can’t be seen
Against the light?
Who will be led
And fed the lies
Of a life unripe
And a head so high?
Who will follow
And blindly seek
Acceptance like
Good little sheep?
Who will break
And fall away?
Who will go
And who will stay?
What is my rank?
And, if I stay,
Who should I thank?
Nice!! Great images, here, Ashlie. Well done 🙂
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Thanks, Jim!
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Great poem, Ashlie.
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Thanks, Mason!
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