Poem: Frames

Dark and bad, you see me through frames

Frames which make the world appear happy and sad

Frames of morals and frames of shame,

It may take a lifetime to realise the stupid game

Trying to live a correct life you will struggle and die,

Crooked, weird, and beautiful, are works of the same I

So, drop the frame,

Before you are framed

- The Last Nomad