When Does the Tyical = Cynicism?
The typical becomes so cynical
Silently the moon lulls me to sleep
With a celestial song
In my dreams I'm so naive
I'm not myself
Unafraid & strong
I lead an army into battle
I slay Goliath with just a stare
I fly with invisible wings
While the muse of music sings
Her song to victory.
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