A standard set
Equilibrated with history
Contaminated with the moving times
Calibrated into units of wrongs and rights
Footsteps laid
Exact- Size 5
Red ones in the corner
For contemplations
Blue ones for the happy times
Marked to the right oscillations
Frequency set to the "normal styles"
Deviations make you fall
Overlooked
Laughed at by the passerbys
Sludge- patchy
You carry on dirty for entire lifetimes
Feelings-measured
Only a certain volume
Excess of it
Bring tides
Love calculated
In the head
Mistakes hazardous
To THE SELF
Rules laid
Time set
Deviations...
Lethal to the soul
Neither by the path or my self
But by the standards set.
Labels and degree of insanity
For the "different ones"
Your path not your own
But those dictated by the normal norms
Your life a reflection of the passerbys.
Maiiya 23.05.2009 11am

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