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Why do they appear so mystified? As if every little thing must be justified Moved to fit inside their small box And look away when their key couldn't unlock What they aimed to achieve Does it ever make you giggle When people call you fickle But they're the ones whose eyes are fixed On an object not quite literally applicable, Something regarded as abstract, typically unseen You see: I am a metaphor And people stare at me. © Melissa Carlson 2015
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
People Stare At A Metaphor
Why do they appear so mystified? As if every little thing must be justified Moved to fit inside their small box And look away when their key couldn't unlock What they aimed to achieve Does it ever make you giggle When people call you fickle But they're the ones whose eyes are fixed On an object not quite literally applicable, Something regarded as abstract, typically unseen You see: I am a metaphor And people stare at me. © Melissa Carlson 2015
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