Coral Hull: Poetry: Reed-Song: Early Poems: Volume 4: The Wowser

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 4
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It's so lonely living in a world of fools.
They don't open their minds to new endevours
They only give their heart occasionally
Letting it float through shallow waters
They don't pocess self-honesty
They don't walk the lane of discovery
They think they are so important
They don't understand
They can't understand
They are their own creation.
Moralised robots pacing a cage of self-indulgence
Blank eyes and faces stare out in stupidity
THOUGHTS.....but so primitive
They were born but never evolved.
They are only adventurous within the realms of morality..
They speak before they think.
They never think.....why?
Being open-minded isn't a figment of imagination.
A state of mind.
Plastic social formalities
Artificial, Superficial
SO predictable...it frustrates
They are only a cliche of past opinions.
Ideas existing within a fools paradise ...

    

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