you think you know what's best for me,
but do you even know who i am?
you think you know what's wrong with me,
but have you ever even asked?
you think you know how to fix me.
you are clueless.
Friday, December 4, 2009
the void
Life is a bleak, black hole of a place.
Dreamers are oppressed by those who see nothing when they close their eyes.
I am punished for being principled, the corrupt are easily rewarded; the rest of society are robots who do not think for themselves but instead rely on their programming to make it through. There can be no second guessing, no after thoughts; once there are you will immediately be sucked into the hole, your matter disintegrating bit by bit. Blown away into dust. There will be nothing left, not trace of who you once were and who you could have been.
There will no thing - bleak, black, hole.
Dreamers are oppressed by those who see nothing when they close their eyes.
I am punished for being principled, the corrupt are easily rewarded; the rest of society are robots who do not think for themselves but instead rely on their programming to make it through. There can be no second guessing, no after thoughts; once there are you will immediately be sucked into the hole, your matter disintegrating bit by bit. Blown away into dust. There will be nothing left, not trace of who you once were and who you could have been.
There will no thing - bleak, black, hole.
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