by Mark

We’re born free from lies
Yet, as we age,white-lies,
get shaved down
cascade onto our skin;
spolied coconut on fresh chocolate.
Walls and buildings
Surround us,
physically keeping
us in lines;
where we can’t touch the
or play with the bees
as they
sprinkle life into the greens and reds
we want to see
but we love these walls;
by the time greenbacks
swim up,we forgot
who built any of them up

By Him