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addressing the static state of mind |
| Public lock your doors open your stereotypes load the gun and fire upon us will it bring peace to your doubts knowing that our voices lay silent six feet under will it be the day of reckoning when you lay next to me when nothing is shared but the darkness and dirt if we walk again will it be different? are we just flies stuck on the opposite side of the spider web in a repetitive cycle till we lie together again in time how long are you willing to wait neighbor? until we seal the casket of difference and engrave our last words in stone will we finally be ready to rest our bones knowing nothing but the days we've owned the hourglass sits alone embrace me neighbor no words of hate spoke here cry your tears in this moment of clarity with our eyes open souls at peace before we blink. |