Raymond Thomas Mancini III | 2 min read
It is easy to be a duck,
To follow the nose of the heard without question,
To hope for the best while simply speculating,
A sheep with no desire subjugated by those regulating.
It is hard to be a moon,
Being sucked into a fishbowl is hard to avoid,
Through a window it may be seen,
One’s beauty is forever so unclean.
For the enormous sailboat is flying,
Like a plane or a car on wheels plying,
The truth of it can never foil,
For question of it will simply cause the ship to hit harsh soil.
An unbelievable mess that has been undoubtedly accepted,
So the ideal may forever not be intercepted.