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how do we get back? away from the grind
that gives no slack. to the frames. the ones
we filtered first. which widened our eyes through
their colours, shapes, and designs. With everything
so brand new and everything so pure and true.
When saving the world could be done in a day.
With a cape and imagination ready to play.
Isn’t for fun at all. With hands frustrated to do
Instead of willing to try. Living by the clock and
Slowly wasting away in tie. On my hands, and
Knees I plead to see the way that a child does
See. And waltz around aware not drowned. Not
Buried down or cornered slammed. A fresh start
Entity an easy way to be unless you’re past the age.
Dead end streets I ve seen the dead end streets And I ve seen the hatred they bring I ve dropped my jaw...
