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Poem about our tendency to try to fit in. |
| As the chaos of normalcy rants I watch the chameleons dance. In a world that would never chance the mediocrity of circumstance. Puppets in constant motion. Mimes unfailing in unison. Fearing their momentum may be certainly broken. Such indolent hearts and confounded minds. Sobering it is, And sobering am I! |