Land Mines Masquerading as Wildflowers

It’s a consequential downfall
To being open-hearted
Passion in the field of war
Makes pitfalls prominent
It’s no tiptoe through the land mines
Masquerading as wildflowers
At times it’s more about maintaining silence
Rather than slicing Gordian Knot
Enter the fool and dance like hell
But hell is no place for angels
Feathers smolder like embers
Surrounded by conformity
Every face you see
Is simply flesh for fantasy
We live in a three-dimensional world
With mental acuity that’s one faceted
And still expect understand what’s real

©MelanieMcCurdie2018

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