Dislocation, our intrepid desires find some vestige point
And inofthemselves our reactions bend to the most
Suitable point! An ulterior motive consolidated
Into a word, one sound, two closed eyes
Looking back into the stone garden of your mind
What it is to be a quiet person
Truth and a tidy disposition unconvinced of everything
What's after death doesn't matter, but
It's something to live your life by
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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
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