Mined
Ooze
Oh my
innocence how I suffer
The
demons with their inscrutable hatred
In human
form their bitterness disguised
They
witness me from their repressed prison
Being
yourself and not knowing the end
This
freedom where convention was never instilled
But
who’ll win in the end is hidden behind the bend
Living is
the choice between obeying command and being fulfilled
There’re
those that get it right down the middle
Others
that want the extremes, so life’s a riddle
They’re
separated by enigma
So celebrated
by convention or tainted by stigma
Mined
read by whichever way you choose
Who
decides the standard to judge, tight or loose?
Depending
on experience and views
Better
selfishly rejecting sacrifice, rather based on virtues
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