Why is it always true or false, good or bad, real or fakeĮvery victory is a defeat Every success, a step to failure It is always either the ocean or the mountain, why not the lake There is plenty to offer and waste, but nothing to take The world is crumbling out here, but nothing’s at stake Shattered, broken and hungry yet the happiest I’ve ever been I feel dead, tired and suffocated yet it feels peaceful & pristine Instead, I find myself, covered in a mist never seen There’s plenty out there Nicotine, Heroin, Morphine People succumb to heartaches and drug overdose In this mighty civilization, pillared by yes’ and no’s In this world of ones and zeros, highs and lowsĮverybody is sailing away, to what nobody knows
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