The wind blows back memories of indifferent souls
The scent of indifference, the whisper of the middle
The wind blows back extremist opposition
A foggy unwillingness, A distant sight of closure
The wind blows back my hair and I am released
Sprung free, fleeing Starbucks and taking a stand
A stand against the rising tide of conformity.
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