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The cars, the signs, the noise,
people with all their toys
The street lights
The city fights
keeps me up at night.
The grind, the push, the stress
Gotta keep moving through this mess
Don't slow down
Too many smiles covered up with a frown
Our lives are the words that everyone shouts
Who said this is what it's all about?
We rant and we rage
BeCause the rules written down on a page
Have become the bars of our prison cell,
keeping us locked in this illusion of Hell.
Fuck the roses and their smell. . .
Yeah . . . Fuck the roses . . .
and their smell.
But what is written in between the lines?
Is there something more to be seen though these eyes?
Have we forgotten how to breath?
And take a moment to just release?
All the worthless energies?
The space between spaces is where We should be
In the place beyond places
Where the soul runs free.
Have we forgotten where We come from?
The place where we all belong?
No matter week or strong?
Where love is the currency
And peace creates the freedom to just "be".
And It's all there
inside of me.