Scripts and Cauldrons

Why couldn’t I see the
signs? Standing in front
of me on the grass verge,
standing with red edges
and sulky frowns. Instead,
I tried to step aside from
the rules and penned my
own script, an actress
in my dream world
stirred the cauldron
that bubbled below.

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