These circles, I just dont fit
my squared edges wont submit
surrounded by triangles, so many voices
no shape to find my words, cant focus
So many edges, like an hexagonal piece
when all I want is a straight line between
our sides are not equal, you have too many faces
too many dark corners in these cold places
The angles are not right, too sharp they cut deep
cant find my feet, the sides all too steep
my straightened walls, your whole view curled
two dimensional feelings in a 3d world
You shift the shapes to fit the borders
bend the boundaries to avoid the horrors
you add to the barriers, creating new shape
searching forever, that true escape
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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