He says She says We say They say You say I say
he's like a
sailor in the
unforgiving seas
with a
strucked compass
she's like a contestant on prime-time reality television
thrown in the middle of 12 questionable-Others
we're like the Chased in a thriller
with a masked killer
they're
like the Hostages in
hostile
terrain
held captive
in unmarked
prisons
You and I are...
surrounded by the fragments and spoils of the Wind,
untouched, unharmed, but nonetheless present.
He says She says We say They say You say I say
there's much black and white
Who's to say there
isn't more grey?
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