Safe to fit in

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We were busy sitting straight

Colouring inside lines

Running relays

Getting caught up in grades

Letting sketchbooks fade

And losing ourselves thus

Never standing out

Never making a fuss.

 

Oh, why didn’t we want our quirks to be seen?

We never really liked filling trees with green!

Boxed In

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My eyes are rheumy

My heart’s gloomy

Everything poses a question

Why do they tell you what’s best for you

And box your wants in a prison.

 

“What do you hope?”

“Let go of the rope.”

“Get out, find your passion!”

“You won’t know until you go.”

But there is always a condition.

 

“Do what is ‘right’.”

“Come back on time.”

“Get your grades in order!”

There are no answers that they might have

There is only confusion.