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Rules, please.

There's no one telling you

Where to go

Or what to do

Or who to be.

 

Sounds lovely,

Really.

But that's not the full truth

There's always cons.

 

You can't count on anything

If there aren't any rules.

You can't count on rocks being solid

Or gravity being ever present.

 

You will never know

What's to happen next

Or after that

Or before you even came here.

 

No one's given you guidelines

You receive no help

Totally alone

And lost

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molly-claire
American
Published
Oct 21, 2012
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