Uniform

Dumbfounded by distractions
unbalanced through attractions
to stand apart in refraction
a mere shadow of souls

I maneuver the cracks
and tiles on the streets of life
harder than concrete
softer than eggshells
walking between the lines
as long as I can
not stepping out of the uniforms
to fit the designs

But I eventually I shrug my shoulders
and break my walk
march no longer
the patterns indistinct
and I continue
knowing the outlines will be there
with perfect pattern tiles
to step inside
if I shall ever again
choose to waste my time

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