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Jul 2010
The seasons come and go
opportunities pass me by
no telling what’s next
each lesson becomes a piece of the puzzle
making for a new beginning
colors of the rainbow paint themselves across the sky
each different path way
leading to another dimension

Heads turn
the crowd erupts
staring me down
don’t know which way to go
the beckoning hand entices me forward
to reach the beyond
the unknown
the mysterious

Growing up
the world changing around me
my sweaty palms
slide helplessly down the slick rail
I grasp yet find nothing to hold on to
turn my head
staring down the dusty road
at what was there a moment ago but now is gone
vanishing without a trace
unseen steel weights
cling to my ankles
holding me down
the swinging lantern
flickers eerily on and off
propaganda caresses me into the matrix
little black and white children
with blue shirts and red eyes
run across the playground
laughing and playing
oblivious to the menacing
thunderhead looming above
Written by
Clara Belle
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