Empty box

They told me onceTo build a boxStay in itAnd never leave But instead I built a cityWith empty streets Cause no one goesDown every laneIt’s too far out thereFor them to walk It’s nothing likeTheir little box Copyright © Robin LeeAnn

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Working is like becoming a mothYou work so hard to becomeOne of those colorful butterfliesBut now you can hardly lookInto the mirror of your gray soul People turn away from youThey don't let you inTheir humming worldsFull of different colorsEven rainbows turn away from you Stay away from the Eastside,you warn me. Keep away from … Continue reading Run