Orientation
Crowd the room with alien thoughts,
Maybe young, maybe not;
Shapeless they may be
Or shaped a tad too differently.
Then knead them, mold them, form them
Into an image all your own,
Until such time when many
Has finally become one.
Copyright © Robert Uy | Year Posted 2012
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