as the moons have past,
as the winters have gone by,
i've learned and evolved
sometimes even high,
i always believed this,
then it turned into that,
going back in forth,
in circles like a revolving door,
but it all changed,
and the reality finally sunk,
that we're doing things all wrong,
in a state of mental sin,
we crave more
and more and more
emptying out our pockets
to the emptiness of more
many without hope
drunk in a constant crave
of the materialities of life,
which has put us in a daze,
roaming the earth confused,
as we work night and day
to fill that empty hole
day after day after day after day...
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