What For Those

Apr 12, 2023

1 min read

By Jessica

Every tree that grows

every cloud that swung

hasn't found its meaning

in a world so young

every glass of sanity poured from insanity

drank down from a throat

so, soar

had his own way to mold

a world so bright a world so blue

where no one had a clue

dots connect

lines join

but what for those who are parallel

and dots that have no corners

By Jessica

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