Look both ways
On a one way street
And keep discreet
Your comfort source
To the lame force
Be rigid and say:
Step aside from my way.
Hands that grab you
On every single side
Obscures whats hidden aside
Like a traffic warden;
amidst confusion
Chances taken from you
Might be gone for good.
Give your life
To the lame and shallow
And invariably you'll sink below
As they tell you what you need
And coerce you on where to heed
Say: all you folks in my life
All you demons, take a hike!
©Forestspring
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