Thursday, May 14, 2020

5.14.20

Fail to see the forest,
for a nose up at the sky.
Looking down upon your peers.
Blatant, baseless pride.

Bred to believe 
they're impervious butterflies.

Fail to see the forest,
for an oasis of the blind.
But not a place of peace,
For every leaf has died...

Never grew strong roots
Never reached up high

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