A Night Before
The night before... I was in turmoil
Wait... was it the night before?
Does it really matter... how the mind will toy?
With how dreams and realities will applaud
It becomes only harder to know what is real
Because of the lies we learn to lie from
And we learn to live by what our survival deals
Yet too far and only too wide have we already gone
You can now sit for a while and watch
You can watch the world and you can see yourself
You can absently see how everything dodge
When you can otherwise see what sells
We are all tame and untamed at the same time
Because no one knows to determine a leader
And because there is no one true way to find
Will we find ways when its easy to just be followers
Was I in turmoil... nights before?
How did i become what i am without guidance?
Have you a life knowing so much more?
Then a life living without reasons?
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