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In another loop I go,
My view is dazed once again,
My morning bird rehashes its twitter,
Playing its mind twisted game,
To see if I'll change or remember,
Time is leaving me behind,
Ten past, half past, quarter past seven,
Oh to rekindle my spirit to rise,
Yet the flashbacks of yesterday keeps me in mind,
Whilst Overseers thirst for a seat at every table,
Endeavors are calling my name,
The warmth wants my soul,
The bird wants me to rise,
The time can't stop or wait to look,
The flashbacks are not just mine.
Life diminishes each year,
Society creates the loop,
Humanity-
Continues onward,
Depriving itself of change.
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My view is dazed once again,
My morning bird rehashes its twitter,
Playing its mind twisted game,
To see if I'll change or remember,
Time is leaving me behind,
Ten past, half past, quarter past seven,
Oh to rekindle my spirit to rise,
Yet the flashbacks of yesterday keeps me in mind,
Whilst Overseers thirst for a seat at every table,
Endeavors are calling my name,
The warmth wants my soul,
The bird wants me to rise,
The time can't stop or wait to look,
The flashbacks are not just mine.
Life diminishes each year,
Society creates the loop,
Humanity-
Continues onward,
Depriving itself of change.
© All Rights Reserved
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