Toy Soldier

Toy Soldier.

Silent line.

Strength in numbers,

not in mind.

 

Shallow thought,

intelligence bought.

Matter, no matter

if silence is taught.

 

Tame the soul.

Follow the fools.

Choose the path

they make the rules.

 

What grace has order

but peace of mind,

And chaos in a timely rhyme.

 

That this may be the only way,

Is not a truth I'd like to say.

 

So wake the heart and

Break the mold and

Walk in step

Where no one's told. 

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