merge into love from both sides
hypocrites know well this truth
shoulders to cry on /
they thrust only chests ahead
ripping /
fourth petals off their clovers bravely
broad-minded idealists /
stubborn to the core
having had enough /
they ask for more
constantly on the move for change
/ as on a treadmill
disabled /
geniuses
air /
locked behind bars
harmless as doves and wise as serpents
aware of choices at each moment
