Parallel Threads

I will not let you

spread your tentacles

to catch them young

Take away

all that is fair and nice

Rebrand ethics

remnants of pride

Broken and put together

in desired shapes

Blossoming

buds to be injected

With synthetic fragrance

to create

New adaptable versions

to fight your battles

A new me

not knowing what to stand for.

Disguised achievements

far away

From the core of being

fulfilling a grand design

From dark shadows

enriching a haze

Getting lost in the same

so deeply embedded

In smoky mirrors

concealing true faces

Within you

molten identities

Tooting our victory..