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Observation
And I've been keeping a journal
Of accomplishments and several failures
And through the text I can see a greeting
The third eye has fallen in between the pages
And then again I'm hypnotized
By a profound process of thought thrown aside
Previously you cannot begin to understand
The infinite of my condition
Say a verse to your soul to keep it healthy
If not, then be prepared to become a demon
Stop staring at these shiney new pieces of hardware
And move your own god damn feet
You don't need a license to pursue your soul mate
But then again, it's never that convenient
Sarcasm, it's a weapon
As well as despair
Optimism is more like a drug every passing year
And it gets stronger as more people take part
It's dark in this box
And it's getting hard to breath, to move
Maybe it's composed of cardboard, wood, steel, diamond
Does it matter? It shouldn't
Because every person knows their own means of breaking through.
