Scorpio

Flow like water, deeper down
Through the winding, underground rivers
Into vast, silent caverns,
Untouched by the polluted, diseased
Influence of the mediocre.

 

Seeing in the dark,
Burning in the frozen waste;
Are you so content to follow?
To obey? to submit?
Haven't you ever dreamed
Of something new, unfamiliar?

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could be a poem title: "Influence Of The Mediocre" This would make a nice  rock album title.



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