Matching the waves of what was once done a different way
Protecting the product of a dream that was left to rot
Sometimes I know there must be another day
Something so honed by the absence of selflessness
Surreal in the flesh but left so out of place
And I know this is no what that a human behaves
But still I must move on keep my eyes on the ground
Being pushed like a pawn. What have my thoughts come to?
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