Green.
Serene.
Perfect.
“Why can’t I be like that?”
Nonsensical rules,
Happily accepted.
Automatic.
Unaware.
Foolish.
The circular game,
And a maze called life.
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Green.
Serene.
Perfect.
“Why can’t I be like that?”
Nonsensical rules,
Happily accepted.
Automatic.
Unaware.
Foolish.
The circular game,
And a maze called life.