We're all stuck
In a world
Where passion
has lost it's touch
Where people
Abuse their freedoms
Caught in a void
As such
Reason's lost it's fire
We blindly lead the way
Dependent on another
Listening to what
they say
No longer is there laughter
Of the children at play
So long and so after
Forced into the day
Raised to hate their fathers
And journey down a path
Raised to hate their mothers
And what about that.
Follow each other blindly
Clones like a sea
Faceless numbers shining
In dim sychronicity.
Choose to find your
passion
And focus on the trip
Live as though a dying moment
Or be prepared to take
A dip.
 
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