1 Oct 2018

Poem: Frames

Dark and bad, you see me through frames
Frames which make the world appear happy and sad
Frames of morals and frames of shame,
It may take a lifetime to realise the stupid game
Trying to live a correct life you will struggle and die,
Crooked, weird, and beautiful, are works of the same I
So, drop the frame,
Before you are framed

- The Last Nomad

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