We made the climb up to the darkness above
Into your room where nothing await
You told me what a mistake you had made
And cast me out like a bad memory
Moving forward.
Why waste time with people who clearly don't give a fuck about anything or anyone. Self centered neuroticism to the third degree. Upon further inspection of this species, I find it easier to keep a safe distance as not to be pulled into the black hole that surrounds the whole manufactured fairy tale. Chasing something.
This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell.
Everyone seems to say one thing, turn and whisper something else, all the while telling lie after lie because they feel like they will lose their right to exist among mere mortals who refuse to speak up. The band rages on and the opera begins.
Secrets muffled by the falling snow.
When it's all said and done, hearts pursue the nicest pair of shoes in the room. Long walks home to a quieter place. Maybe things aren't all bad. Maybe some of us are just a little insecure, striving for a turn in the limelight. Craving the feeling of acceptance and belonging to a collective whole moving toward positive change.
I hope.
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