It’s hard not to feel the loss
To sit and cruise in watcher mode
It’s hard not to be a participant
It’s hard.
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Day in and day out tension rises
In complicit cruelty almost never justified
And yet always repeats trying to prove
What… exactly no one knows
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There is something to this agony
As if the mills need to grind to exist
As if it stops it loses itself in folly or bliss
Hard to discern either once discernment ceases
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It is what it is
Don’t call it that
Its senses you degrade
So leave it be in what how and where
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For it is what it is…
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~