Livin' my life in a dreamlike state
I see where I need to be and I'm tryin' to get there
But it feels like I'm runnin' in place
Runnin' a race against time is a waste
A true mind doesn't have a face or physical shape
But wait, it's hard to belay a manifest
When my bones ache and I'm made of flesh
I feel a pain in my chest from stress and self-inflicted wounds
From the time we leave the womb we're consumed
By the brainwashin' of a society
Where conciousness is like sobriety a rarity
I have a moment of clarity
Now I refuse to live life as a parody of the truth
The proof at the root is hidden beneath
Layers of false satisfaction and deceit
I fight to defeat the distractions
Material attachments and worldy passions
I'm askin' myself: am I egotistical and selfish
Or truly nothing, selfless?
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