Treasure Island

Lauren B Called

(Motown)

Inconsistent Wind


Eggs all in one basket
Is it so wise if they're not?
Certain days one path follow
and others another walk
What if random wanderings
are not so random?
Divergent becomes the talk
Complacent observation
when the tables turn
For what matters not
Everyday same as the one before
minus the choices within
Area of a room changes
when infinite are the measurements
Build a house of any kind
but only upon solid rock
Attaching walls to anything less
is like pouring sand in a sieve pot

Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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Inspired by tonight at the movies....Divergent

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