Why does fear distill in our eyes when we see the colors of freedom
pull up behind us.
Pure irony is like pure sugar cane its almost too sweet to be true
The ones who protect and serve this country are the gruesomely grotesque
WE SHOULD NOT BE SCARED when one is behind us
yet. we. are.
Can we not redesign the laws or give real second chances
our towns and cities screw us over for the quota of people trying to help
they are blinded by how we are just doing what is right in our eyes.
The cost of mistake is too high for the verdict,
some are not, but many many many many are.
I cannot fornicate enough ideas that would lead me to deceive myself
The small mistake I made lead to loss,
emotional and physical,
It brought up a fire within my soul that is full of regret and yearning.
It helps me beat myself up daily as I'm pirouetting through blissful days
of peace and prosperity.
Are there not bigger crimes in this country or this state.
They have to single out all the little grey area of what is bad when I see
people speed everyday with no consequent.
It was also a wakeup call,
helped me realize I need to be alert
doesn't make it any less vacuous,
I just forget to breathe sometimes.
and I just zip through life without seeing the limit.
Copyright © Aaron Fletcher | Year Posted 2018
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