i can hear the sounds but they don’t make any sense unless i listen
we live in shadows of memories rather than standing on the brick
it’s no longer red and has lost its true purpose i still stopped, quiet
sometimes we just need a subtle mechanism instead of brute force
there are moments when we need to be impolite and let out a roar
a small controlled flame warms us and reminds us of our ancestors
how much do we miss because we’ve been conditioned to just see the holes
for it to make sense in a world of opinions it just takes one voice
the places to go are infinite; but you first must step through the door
what if each of us chose to ignore those who lie to keep us afraid
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