Born to the glare of the senses
spoon the reality infused a new inherent
passive contentment
you are so easily amused
Here and now we
are gone in a happy
a dream in the
passage your time
chances are fading
this world isn’t waiting
the moment is passing
you by
Questions lie beneath the surface
the fools are fooled once again
A concience
we stole our existence
and gladly cast it to the wind
Here and now we
are gone in a happy
a dream in the
passage your time
chances are fading
this world isn’t waiting
the moment is passing
you by
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