Learning = Conflict; Conflict = Learning

Young supple breed of familiarity
Branding hold against her skin
Poisoned by receptivity, enamored by normality
She beckons the call

Diamonds become rubies
She beckons the call
Driving onward into the horizon
Confusion was always a great shadow

Shadows become companions
Companions become lovers
Lovers lose autonomy
Shadows become her

In the shadows, she gave into her id
Actions that forebode an undesired archetype
Harsh words that foreboded division
She manifested into traffic

Driving insanity to a new destination
Destined into reality, she succumbed to her poison
The touch of insanity never tasted so good until now
She beckons the call

Driving her crazy she drives on
Pass streets she’s never heard of before
Coming into her mind’s labyrinth
You’re not expecting her
And she doesn’t even know why she came

Sit alone awhile
Come to possible conclusions of
A series of hypothetical events
As it unfolds, she meditates

She realizes tonight’s reactions
Are tomorrow’s passive aggressions
The idea distances itself from reality
So does her car

Maybe this is her time
Rubies become diamonds
She returns back home
Yet, she hardly recognizes it as home

She smiles, closes her eyes and succumbs
Methodically ready, she moves to the line
Picket sign in hand, familiarity by her side
She beckons the call.