the world is going sideways
the man is standing still
the breeze of tomorrow
is floating through his will
so much talent
so much to waste
so many dreams
floating unto space
he gives up on life
he can't find a way
for the passion to free today
so he just sits and watches
the world go astray
even if he wanted
what good would he make
there's so much opposition
to much of it is fake
so much is a show
for all to see
to deceive the weak
to condemn the free
he dreams sometimes of a song
a sweet melody
to ease the mind and set
his spirit free
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