Exchange your glances with the hideous trances of the sill sitting tramps on the river of temptation,
can't explain when, why, or where it all became creation,
believing of the things that no others can see,
and hoping the world will live in harmony,
blind shot in the dark of reality,
the exception to the rules becomes a fatality,
it's not peace that becomes the reason for insanity,
it's the pressing of the things that are beyond reality,
one exchange and all will change,
the pushing back and forth will start to get serious,
hoping that in the end they won't have to bury us,
it's funny that they said that they'll have our back in this,
creating a craze that becomes ridiculous,
and exposing the reason we all are involved in this,
elected officials and superficial presidents,
try to speak for the rest of us,
who don't want a part in this,
the frantic scramble to get to the exodus,
sometimes becoming to real, so man I am done with this.....
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