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Apr 2016
When everybody starts listening to themselves
We might get somewhere
Lost in the confusion is the primary illusions
That we're getting there
I see nothing wrong with believing
But somehow the opposition
Creates a deep division
Look at the strange decisions
That created this collision

I ain't a politician
Telling you about my vision
I ain't a missionary
On a sanctified mission
I'm just a man
With a pen in my hand
Trying to figure out
What I don't understand

When everybody starts looking at themselves
We might see something
Lost in the vision is the depth of the indecision
That keeps blinding us
That keeps binding us
To a past not worth reliving
To a cast that's always giving
The best performance
They can muster
Still it's without any kind of luster
As dull as dishwater
Someone really oughta
Pull the plug on this crap

Let it all go down the drain
And even that might entertain
The masses and their hunger
For the latest and the greatest
The lovers and the haters
And all the beraters

I ain't a politician
Telling you about my vision
I ain't a missionary
On a sanctified mission
I'm just a man
With a pen in my hand
Trying my best to figure it out
But I just don't understand
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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