Off Times
of't times
growth is
into dictates
of others
world worn
uni-forms and
being now
off-time
growth is
as a
chameleon
without
an identity
within those
forms of
other's worlds
worn outside
your reality
and now by which
you are judged
according to
their being as
the masks of
changing colors
the dictates of
of others lives that
clothed you in nothing
but a time sack
stan sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2020
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