Mere airs of purity
are vapors of fake
path that you take
decides life’s color
brown or white
or jet black
when tenets
are a whimper
cries would be loud
and wails sharper still
choose with care
apply intellect
then your heart
and not vice versa
high grounds
are high
and low
can be seen
if you are in cloud
your eyes are at fault
shore may seem near
but it ain’t
not long before
you do drown
without a trace
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