Are we lost
Suffocating on what is deemed for us
To run to max speed
Going no where on this cycle machine
What is next for thee
That myself can conquer anything thrown at me
Even those damn razor blades
That slice that flesh
To form laser beam fathom badges
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
Shouting
Is this bliss
Cannot be
Is that sanity
Open for Me
Sun soaked bliss
Ever lasting serenity
Yes please...
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