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I don’t know when I got lost in my mind
The thoughts and the words that flow are not alligned
I’m networking; wasting too much time
I’m falling - No - ALREADY fell behing
Everybody’s rushing; going to fast.
But it doesn’t seem that the sensation will last…
never does.
Need more toxins to maintain the buzz.
It’s mathematical in every sense
It’s formulaic - our muscles are tense.
What if I wan’t out? Can’t jump the fence.
It’s electric; bound by common sense.
Try to be different. No. Try to be the same
what is the objective of this existential fame?
From one level to the next
eat the shrooms and grow large
But who has the controller? Whose really in charge?
Is it god, is he real?
I hear it was me.
But I’ve learned a lot since Eve ate the fruit of the tree.
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