Hidden Lights

Conformity
 Is Little Solace
  When You Lose
   Your Place
     In The: 

            Life
            Form
            Race.

***

When Your Checkered
                      Past Is
                     Waving 
                        Back...

 'Tis How You May Know:

  You've Completed  
  The Track.

-Gray Squirrel

06-30-2025
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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