Blend In - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Blend In

What are you being?
What have you become?
Walking down the street
Looking down,
Not up,
Not around,
Hoping to blend in
With the surroundings,
Pass through unnoticed
So no one can utter
What you already know.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer