My mind tells what's wrong with it,
But the inner me warns against.
Easy to pretend to be clear.
But I know I'll be guilt.
Caught standing on two boats.
Made from the same wood.
Traveled apart. Colored different.
Met again. On a new journey.
Trying to pull them nearer.
Will it work?
Am I looking at the world that way.
Or Is it like that?
Only the wrong is defined in the books.
Does it mean all other is right?
Is it deliberately left out,
For me to decide?
No book can prove me guilt.
But can they save me from myself?
But the inner me warns against.
Easy to pretend to be clear.
But I know I'll be guilt.
Caught standing on two boats.
Made from the same wood.
Traveled apart. Colored different.
Met again. On a new journey.
Trying to pull them nearer.
Will it work?
Am I looking at the world that way.
Or Is it like that?
Only the wrong is defined in the books.
Does it mean all other is right?
Is it deliberately left out,
For me to decide?
No book can prove me guilt.
But can they save me from myself?
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