The Imitation Game

We like coffee beans

And tea bags doused

At the crisp of noon.

We dress our neon souls

In monochrome paints,

Or with a pastel,

Now and then.

We wear sneakers

With floral prints,

And button downs

Paired with an oxford

To the concert.

We etch poetry on minds

The way our chalk does

On the board with

The equations on our mind.

We walk with our spines

Straightened out with principles

But we’re the rebels

Who break the rules

You try filling the crevices with.

We’re the reality

Of a dream you ban

In the name of illusion.

We’re the paradox

You see through



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