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Controllers without control
The turn of a thumb
And the flash of a screen
Another year passes by
With the hum of a machine
Numbers and titles
And words I don't mean
It's hard to ask why
And it's even harder to see
Why am I still here?
Who are these people?
And could they ever be friends?
Why do I cheer?
For all that is evil?
And just how the hell
Could I ever make amends?
As the world keeps on turning
Like the wheels on a train
They teach me that it's burning
And it's my turn to pay
But their words aren't for learning
And the numbers only add more pain
I'd like to think for myself
And to make my own journey
But I've got no truths to tell
And all their lies have been burned in my brain
So why do my hands
Keep these circuits so near
When deep down I know
My smile isn't here
I look across the land
And see a sky that's so clear
It almost let's the light
Between the space of my ears
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Esha Jori
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