Beholden within a dream
A visitor of sorts, one could say
In this land where dirt does gleam
And all feet don't tread the same pathway
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This cloud above us
Grey, bleak, dead
Drains us of life
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Every child knows the answers
Every adult knows the questions
Yet it seems that no matter
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Through this sea
Like great Odysseus
I must find my way
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I thought you cared enough
Foolish of me, haha
I thought deep down you accepted me
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I whimper as he laughs
His menacing expression
Piercing my soul
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