Man is lost(2)

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The lonely and despaired watches
She watches the riant children running across the field
All in possession of something albeit in reckless abandon
The lonely watches as each gets to field
The presence of others makes them aware of their differences
The initiator usually with the most privileges moves first
Raising to light their possessions
The unabated feeling to be alike kicks in
The conforming begins
The lonely curses her possession for its inability to conform
She bears light but ashamed she hides it
As the sun slowly moonwalks drawing in it's light with it
She doesn't realise they need her light
The conformity is on the rise
The initiator is winning
The ignorant are loosing
The lost is grieving
My mama is right
Man truly is lost
photo credit: @yp. design

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