We're all just looking for some place to belong
So we attach ourselves even to things we find wrong
Disagreements of moral scale give way to kinship's ail
And character rusts like oxygenated iron nails
We're all just looking for some place to call home
So we surround ourselves with things that make us foam
Rabid desires parlayed with prior qualm
And minds lit afire as sure as misgiven calm
We're all just looking for some place to be one
So we concord ourselves to things previously shunned
Habits regress as bias by a new sight is impaled
And new conscience learns to view cryptic braille
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
