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Jan 2015
We are all, in need of drama
searching for the most tense appearance
in a denser panorama.

I'm afraid of raising my own family
I have so much control
You can point your actions
to turn them in a better actor
for every single role.

We lack, he approves
we try to fill it up with empty moves
to make a better sound
to fake and turn around
the actions that we found.

We are conditioned like a hound
to work for a treat, deeds for conformation
and create an unreal feeling of elation.
Survival of the fittest influence leads
to hallucinating that this is right to do.

An illusion most complex,
so deeply structured, in a way
it wrecks and causes constant disarray.
People are shaped by society
I believe I don't know what to
believe
I'm going crazy.

From 'Biases you can't control'
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
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