WORDS OF THE LIVING(INDIVIDUALITY)
Painted fence
Wooden browns
Easy to dispense
Present in all townsBrick homes
Orange reds
Garden gnomes
White bedsDull doors
Browns and blacks
A perfect home that's all yours
But you don't notice the deep, gaping cracksWhat happened to variety?
We're sheep in a field
No ideas that we can yield
We just wait, for the same food everyday
Until we cannot keep death at bayThis is the house of the mind
Everyone is judging, why cant we be kind?
This is my home
And I'm not budging
I'm unique
My own person
So to speak
Learn your lessonThis is the house of the mind
And it's all, mine
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