cliche

these simpleton hearts
beating in place,
well-tempered rhythm
indentical face

the stained glass yet broken
yields fullness complete
the figures though colored
remain obsolete

i choose to ride on,
past the thoughts and the minds
of those who have left
their own far behind

+ obviously, i like poems that rhyme
_ in other news: my political ideologies prof gave me
my life back. (i didn't say thank you)