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This place is a prison surrounded by thousands
of seemingly endless ruptures of light
Glittering like bees armed with non-permitting swords
That shine in the graceful glow of the moonlight,
Constantly drinking the colors of the night
in the unfamiliar glamour and prejudice of a repetitive dream.
How long does a man have to wait before he realizes he’s lost?
Is he in a place of sadness, or a place of elegance and class?
Watch him escape as the red scraping fingers
Pull him back from his all but meaningless intentions of escape.
He is dragged back inside the unidentified
Noises of the party goers in his head.
They are circling his cell as he imagines a parade
Of pleasant sorts is going down the halls.
This noise cascading upon him as a wave of sirens
Reminds him of the unforgiving world outside. He is a prisoner,
A confined man from the outside world... yet he still is kept
Contained in the emptiness of him solemn mind.
You would watch and scoff to see his pitiful attempt
At his one day of freedom that could have been true.
He begins to think any thought that so chooses
To disrupt the R.E.M. related events. The parade has stopped,
And everyone’s frozen. His mind is at rest and he remains in his cell.
The parades are gone, dead from the suddenness.
He remains in his cell. These figures of various people
Remind him of what the world can be and why he wanted,
And hates to leave his confinement. He does not think on smart intentions though.
He stays in the prison accepting a new doctrine
That no more will people conspire against him
In order to get the false sense of restitution
From him thinking that everything is at peace. The world was his motive
And now it’s his cause. And with that cause,
His righteous notion will forever bare this dream.

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