What more can be said, as we cry for the dead, and the living walk in fear of another day. Will we sit and wonder why, as the tears slowly dry? Or will we just turn and walk away.
Have I been away too long? Has everything I done been wrong? Or is this just an illusion? I feel lost trying to make my way through the confusion. Maybe its all a delusion. A massive transfusion of the life you left behind. To which before you would have been blind.
Nothing left in black and white. I read somewhere some way. No reasons left to fight. With nothing left to say. Just a chatter from a far, across the street in the bar. You know it doesn't matter. the rich get fatter, as we dream of being a star.
Modern man has his hands in so much and half we just don't know.Lost in the touch. Basking in the afterglow. What tools have been given for modern day living? Tell me if you know. Before it's too late and it all has to blow.
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