Lesson 59
We tiptoe through convention. Our educationof life has been based on that tenet. Some rebel,
some revel, some question, and some quietly
succumb. That’s how we graduate. Life is,
or can be, such a prison. Life is, or can be,
just spent living. There’s many choices, and often
none of them leave you happy. But still,
the sky exists. The sun is bright. The moon glistens.
The roads wind. The cars clutter the streets.
People walk. Feet fill the pavements. Mouths spit.
Tongues holler. It all is. There’s life everywhere.
It exists despite us. It is exists to spite us.
We’ve built the cages that trap us but we’re such fiends
that we’ve built poetry that we sing by tapping the steel.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-12-05 at 06:44
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