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Perhaps it was the quaint humid breeze of December
That whispered in my ears every thought I dared remember
Just lying there, desperately seeking gratification, always on a cold ubiquitous floor
Maybe even dying there, body emulsifying there, the darkness and dampness of a moor
A neo-human, birthed into a world, a world much crueler than the last
A memory, a memory implanted, an inception of a once innocent past
I know of a world, a world much emptier than humanity brings
I know the reason, the real reason why the caged bird sings
We are sitting here fighting a war amongst figments of our dreams
Lost in an augmented reality where the ocean gives birth to its kings
We no longer stand here as a nation, a nation ever so free
We are locked up here, tempted with our key
Dangling in our faces yet some are too blind to see
The real reason we’re here was never meant to be
With fortitude I write this and with persistence I do claim
These times are changing and we should cast the blame
With great upheaval of power comes rebirth in a world so dank
We are like the titanic, and the government, the iceberg that sank
Life is not a fairy tale; it is cruel and still unfurling
Life is based on one predicate, the love of sterling
Quoting Thoreau I say this: rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth
Building upon that quote I add this: an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
May we one day realize that everything is not lost but waiting to be redeemed
Like the essence of happiness in paltry eyes, you can tell when they once gleamed
I want to see sterling in their eyes, their eyes I want again to see shine
I have faith someday we will get there, get to that paradise so divine
But until then we have secular things, and a whole lot of time
Time to laugh, learn, live, stray, breathe, dance and rhyme



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