The metronomic rhythm of the norm
Bringing chains to the unwitting
Yet another day of incessant toil
With no sabbath to be seen
No mercy until you fold
No orders will be clean
Your solace lies in others
Your role is to sit in seats
Sit back while the others
Shine like stars in the sea
You work for their harmony
When the one that’s ignored is yours
You say to yourself, “I’ll be happier in the future”
As the rain pours
Within this world of black and gray
Lay the half-dead husk of white
Yet sprawled across fields of verdant green
A guardian of righteous might
The sentry of the radiant gates
Separating you from the dark and gray
They lure you in with iridescent words
A snake upon an apple tree
Strengthening the chains that have rooted you in place
Once more reveling in their odious gains
Yet through their sound
Through the black
Through the gray
Through the unknown
Lay a well in disparity
It lay dormant under mounds of emotional bindings
Accumulated like curiosity about the forbidden fruit
Yet through the crack in the encasing
Lay the clear viridian fountain of life
Untapped potential
Stagnant ambition
A budding magnum opus
You are your solace
You are a harmonious cacophony
You are the shining star of the night sky
You are the waves on your shore
You are the rider to your own waves
Your harmony dwells within your sacred decree
Let your fountain once more run through your lands
Blossoming flowers for all to see
You are the dancer to the rain’s rhythm
You are your sanctuary
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