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Somebody done lied, either side, there is room to hide
The truth is the middle, precarious is this newborn child
Walls were built to silence the cries, to keep eyes out
Then walls fell from looks within like a circle which never ends
Humanity is a race on the road to ascend, fits of sin is how we win
Three legged paces the run of bulls as we descend still, side by side
Sticking our necks out by professing aloud, a personified diatribe
Here and now is a new return to the beginning is how to understand
2b tongue-tied is quite natural when mind's are swayed by currency
No concern as I just continue to meditate and count to like thirty
Dips to dives, like rides to glide, look out for blues that rock rhymes
Some will follow for freedom, others will turn channels to paid subscriptions
Its hot in the winter and cool in the summer, stars to vision, people wonder
Above is a flow, to spy on a mission, sun rises in all astrological dimensions
Narratives albeit derivative rules of self to prove his story as reciprocal tools
One life equals the sum of many, that's why its so easy to pretend otherwise
On such a swift steed or a donkey walking over fallen leaves, we ride or die
Willing tomorrows 2b given over to someone like us to conquer, in shared feelings
Movement never ends, such a riddle is the beginning yet again, no turns in round
So stop wherever you are, until spirit picks you and carries you towards or past truth....yet again...
