Bred from birth to be afraid of our own shadows
And to go through life anxiety driven
Not feeling pleasure even when experiencing pleasure
And to not recognize the new jailers who are the holders of the keys
Keys representing all you need in this shallow tribal village for respect and a mate
With a Don Knotts stammer
Panic attack personality
Pick apart every small slight experienced today and then allow them to break into splinters and get under the skin
To not be afraid and issue sledgehammer self-advertisements
To be not be afraid because you hang out in groups
Groups that couldn't defend themselves in the most trivial disagreement
Who's going to be the first to say this is unhealthy?
Reclaim dignity by living in a cave
Pushed by something like stars in order to cry healthy tears
Those who dig their grave every day
And start over the next morning
Should take a day off
Go to the park or
Jump out of a plane with the wind slapping your face
Parachute is optional
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