Wednesday, January 13, 2010


A mother tells her son of his design
‘You must not color outside lines’

The father tells him years later on a drive
‘Outside the lines you must not dive’

And occasionally he will sneak that mark
On parchment to indulge a spark.

At times he drives against the flow
To make his seeping heart aglow.

For society quite often beats him down
Supplanting him to steal his crown.

He rules the only way he knows
How to conquer cosmic foes.

It’s so wonderful to write the truth;
Relive the power of our youth.

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