Categories and labels

Conduits and stables

A river runs muddied and green

With faces yet to be seen

 

We must fit and secure in the right places

Everything and everyone

What everyone would desire to learn

Is to have a showhome of a world

 

Must we be kept, coloured, cleaned and renewed?

To have meaning and purpose?

Not with hearts all askewed

To float along in peace is a fools game strewn

 

It's stressful fitting in

Finding a cubby hole not taken

To find your colour and your label

Can feel safe yet mistaken