You may say you don't hang being
You just keep making the rope longer
You may think you don't control being
You only offer a better distraction
Well awakened now
To a blind dumb world
A world that bites and jabs
And blames the wounded
For breaking the rules
Maybe the wounded wounds
Should be change makers
They know the pain most apparent
The lowest is their royal court
And those at top seem
Bound and determined
To allow myth to create
A false sense of reality
Reality is much more raw
It isn't easy
You can't just talk to the clouds
And if those at arms length are contingent
Then a lie we all will live
Just dance along
To the sturm und drang
Becomes the only real refuge
The only true home
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