An intriguing question to answer in time
Our thoughts sewn like thread to untwine
‘Do we know everything?’
...well evidently
We know what we’re told quite despite what we see
Can we run? Try to run dear, try to appease
Disposable lives, sick with greed
At war with the air we breathe
We’re our own disease
Arrogance or ignorance, which would you please?
And how long before we give in?
Ideas, like dust in the wind
Floating so carelessly, away from me
Are you prepared to let go?
To let go
Just let go, passionately
Free from this hatred screaming at me
Free from the lies that lead so recklessly
Forcing us to let go climacterically
Free from this stigma suffocating
Free from the hands that bleed everything
Destroying the world that we know
Is there more to the means than the end?
Or is the end all the means will demand?
Is Faith the cure? Can we be sure?
Restricting our lives with our hands in the air..
Naive and unaware

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