Sometimes I wonder if I am ever right
I often think about what is left
Is it really worth the fight
Wounds still healing from previous thefts

The road to righteousness is hard to travel
Neon lights and mindful sins
Corrupts even those with good intentions
Guided and blinded by the need to win

If you’re like me won’t you
Meet me in the middle
Far from the gathering of the mindless souls
Why dug in so hard seems to be the riddle
That cannot be solved
Even by those who are evolved
That’s while we’ll find
Our own piece of mind
Somewhere in the middle

Who will be the navigator
To guide us to this magical place
Where rational people gather together
People working together to create a new space

United in spirit and willing to fight
Spreading the word with all of their might
Contributing thoughts for a new recipe
I find solace in knowing what could possibly be













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