Amorphous as a cloud, slipping between light
Emotional immaturity strangles the soul
With far too many deceiving planes in sight to step upon
Downcast as the pouring rain
The failures throw themselves excitedly atop one another
The manual for love was lost in the fires of growth
Or maybe all there has ever been are the fires
Uncontrollable and always rising like a flood
These vibrant colors do not stay – they just run
Till life is blind and the stars no longer shine
M.M.
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