If the world were a crosswalk <br />two straight white lines <br />telling us <br />to live our lives <br />in fear of <br />death <br />love <br />and censure <br />then I must be the one <br />to walk outside of them <br />because I know <br />there is more <br />to be afraid of <br />than just <br />death <br />love <br />and what <br />you call <br />censure<br /><br />Aliya Deri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crosswalk/
