squashed_smurf

Poetry
2005-03-10 14:26:21 (UTC)

Conformity

A word of truth heard not but a whisper,
Rocks smooth with the blunting of time;
Thoughts not shared in voices,
Individuality thought only as a crime.

No-one risks to reveal weakness,
Who would want to take the blame?
Young fruitful minds will continue down
On a path without a name.

Intelligent minds do not meander,
Adolescents huddle without peace of mind;
A single glimmer of hope, a mind at work,
Now thrown out and left behind.

One turns, the rest shall follow,
A group, a clique, is now bending;
Three stride away, yearning to be free,
Looking forward to a happy ending.


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