by Danita Jolly

Created on: June 11, 2008

Walk a straight line, that's what I'm told,
Follow in your footsteps, until I grow old.
I believed it to be true, until I found.
There is no straight line, it goes round and round.
We're connected you see, you think it can't be.
I see it all the time.
I point my finger at you, but the face in the mirror is mine.
I think I'm failing, when I feel pain
Though really all along,
It's taught me so many lessons and showed me I was wrong.
Beliefs, judgments and prejudice you feel,
Seemed so clear and the time.
When the balls in your court, what would you do?
Would your actions be justified?

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