"Neither here nor there"
That's how it sounds like;
That's how it smells like;
That's how it tastes like…
But does it really…
seem like that?
Does it really
Matter to you?
The outcaste imagines you mumble…
"mmm well… not really"
In your rat race you stumble
And you lose the links you cherished so dearly.
The mouth-watering carrots
That your all mighty(s) hath hung beyond your reach,
Hoist you above other parrots
Whose envy you win with your speech
When your faculties help you no more
To quench their thirst of lip service,
A shocking revelation shudders your core
When you realize that your days are numbered.
An outcast they call you hence
At first it'll make no sense
By the time you reach your fence
You'll learn it all in every sense.
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