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Cast Out
Cast out, our own minds can rob us of the life we believe to lead.
Is it really theft though? What if we don't contain what we perceive to be stolen?
Playing the same record, a carousel. Hoping just once, the scratch doesn't appear.
Insanity, from the depths of thought to the lures of dreams, it remains the same.
Escape is easier found in the absence of physical change. Day dreaming, our own potential dissipates, stagnating immediately the next day.
Our own world can become what we dream it to be, but at the cost of comfort. At the cost of the others we blame, at the cost of who we've become.
More fear comes from the potential of failing, than actually trying. Leaving the shadows that comfort you may leave you sick, but it's only temporary.
I chant the solace of these ideals, sound in my mind. Waiting however, for them to filter out the darkness instead of the light.
