What say you, all,
As to why you buy up everything that you most hate?
Paying dearly with your finite chances to escape,
When you could simply blink,
And free yourself for free?
Even today,
There must be something real worth fighting hard to save -
A shard of self buried deep beneath the ruins of the refrain
— Or is it just me? I'm looking harder!
And some delusions just can't possibly be sustained...
Unless we're all insane,
And maybe we are.
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