I am just composed
Of worry and concern
Truths suddenly disclosed
As time always seemed to discern
The Rubik's cube
In the fire and the smoke
The seamless lies seemed to provoke
The truth in me
In the hypocrisy and the deceit
The back of my mind had to always repeat
The truth in me
Untold, objective opinions
Always dragging down my arm
Onto my heart, rather than mind
Never brought me up to harm
Thought they were always there
Skies empty and hearts maligned
I lost the part of the testament I signed
That I am to understand
Accustomed to no melody
Dancing to the transitions and contrast
I find myself lost in childish strains
Lost in old unfamiliarity
And well known insincerity
In solid thoughts
That brought very skies crashing down
Prospered and nominated
Hive-minds of our worry
In the faith and the wonder
My silicon heart tore asunder
The truth in me
In the darkness and the blight
Never did it clear my sight
The truth in me
Meant to confuse
Meant to disuse
All I am
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