caught in the act
as the drywall falls apart
soon the blues brother loses his heart
how could he fail on such a simple path
vision is limitless
but every direction points to war
I'm so confused
something must have came before
There are only so many borders to place on this piece of glass
these false securities soon crack your mind
soon to implode what you called the past
soon to expolde everything you've come to grasp
where are the oceans I've pondered on?
where are the sunsets I've grown old with?
I've lost focus for the last time because now I'm blind
blinded by sunrise
and driven to insanity through drought.
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