The walls are closing in again I find myself watching as
Concrete consumes the souls of my shoes. (pooling beneath)
The pressure of the city’s weighing heavy on my head
Making me think this all has to relate back to the madness of the moon.
The prison walls we’ve conjectured
Have confined us to the cyclicality of time (modern life)
And I see myself staring back into the abyss’ depths
Realizing once more the importance of seeking the things they’ve-
Hidden from our view
I’ve been broken far enough to see
Past this imaginary,
Idolatry of man, by man for his own means
Perpetuating his own enslaved mentality.
But its funny- cause patience and acceptance are the key
To unlock reality, and violence can never be a means to achieve
Or teach.
This world contains all the answers
All the ones we’ll ever need
I don’t care for words cause I don’t need an explanation.
And all that’s required of us (all we gotta do)
Is to keep the peace.
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