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The unfound entity that exists inside the chair,
cremated remains dispersed on the surface of new souls,
we'll be sanctified and unbound from our masters,
to be seated on the left side of dead poets, politicians, journeymen from every walk of life we'll see,
and they'll explain to us the meaning of it all.
True or False?
contained within these verses
are trite memories of blurred childhood
times seemed a bit more meaningful then
we erase the pain and cover the truth with honey
the bee sting covered in honey
the whipping stained with honey...
a blur becomes a mirage becomes the harmony.
inside...my head...must be truth.
are you a liar?
walking into walls all day long
someone asks a simple question
how are you? how are YOU really?
that's almost always a lie.
bet you lie once every hour.
stretching the truth you say?
it's still a lie.
if you hear someone making multiple promises
the person in power
may be nice.
he still lies
probably an asshole.
somehow our perception is made up of lies
and that's all fine
because we lie to ourselves all the time.
Believe in the passionate youth,
but don't listen to the words.
Don't believe in the disgruntled elder,
but remember what is said.
at what age does one become wise?
where does your childhood end?
somewhere during your twenty-nothings
you discover you really don't know much
the only constant is aging...in between you make
a multitude of mistakes.
did you learn your lesson?
at some point you find out that you'll never
succeed in saving the world,
then you scramble to piece together what's
left of your own.
hologram monologue on the edge of the sea,
the lost followers are becoming believers,
in the hollow soggy truisms of our day.
two towers topple trunks of our freedoms,
and the bargains beg for forgiveness.
we must purchase our way back to prosperity,
buy more and create another job that wouldn't exist
without senseless spending.
The beer-soaked pages inspire our youth,
in between the brain and the heart lies the truth.
do we break the law for reasons that break our sanity?
i wonder how many of us that work so hard for the enaction of rules...break them?
rebellion is at the bottom of our souls,
what is worth remembering is something that's forbidden in our society in the eyes of the autumn.
in the age of winter they really wished they had learned to embrace the springtime.