Breaking displaced designation,
a spot only they chose us to be,
all scared alone,
No perfect home,
all kinds of things crazy.
ruptured hopes of the past,
blasted onto child's skin,
The world is round,
My heads complex,
yet my tethered string is thin.
they want direction,
common sense,
who've lived a different world.
a picture perfect reminisce,
The hopes they had uncurled,
my body is a waiting game,
a toy for all lost dreams,
Not complying is the way to shame,
yet I belong to me.
I remember being younger when the playground was in bloom,
You told me that I had a choice to use just one; But whom?
The slide was overcrowded and I could never get a ride,
May this envy be contagious?
These naughts of mine that always rise come as dreams in cages?
I might recon that is so,
Yesterday as I sat down it started then to snow.
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
The left could sin me,
Right could win me,
Front or back could block.
I could become a famous tool,
Or infamously triumph,
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