Sleeping with distractions
And quick-fix satisfactions
Adding up the fractions to feel whole.
But band-aiding infractions
And mindless interactions
Will incarcerate the actions of your soul.
Flying with cement wings,
And striving to invent things
To pre-occupy the ventings of your soul.
But seeing through the bent things,
And the endless circumventings,
Will leave you fermenting and unwhole.















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what did you feel like the message was here?
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So I'll fall in love with music and make love to art, though they've no arms to hold me they know my heart <3
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So I'll fall in love with music and make love to art, though they've no arms to hold me they know my heart <3
All joking aside,
I guess I can see the glimmer of the messge of being oppressed. Of misery.
But the rhyme is so distracting.
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So I'll fall in love with music and make love to art, though they've no arms to hold me they know my heart <3
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