Actors we areA Poem by Steve L.A blip of angry thought...
Wading through our timeline like mindless drones...
Acting out societal norms like A-list clones... A white picket fence and stale office coffee persist... While a selected few are brave enough to run undaunted through the mist... Desires and dreams remain locked up in a mental jail... Unrealized potential floats in the ether until our death nail. © 2014 Steve L.Reviews
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Added on August 19, 2014Last Updated on August 19, 2014 |

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