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Dec 2012
All the words I make with sounds
with a canvas of silence
a rage of emotions come out
like peace provokes violence

Free the mind
leave all the quiet order behind
our feelings shouldn't be disguised
and our thoughts should be realized

Be free as possible like a patient escaping a mental hospital
crazy to think you can't prove sanity when there so many normal's in humanity
unrestrained growth could help us realize we have anywhere we can go
doesn't matter what we think we know because it's the experience we have to be shown

Life the way it is now is growing tired and the art is uninspired
then we give our money to the liars
who will keep their jobs because they will never get fired
but the money for its' power will always be falsely admired

I know I'm crazy for what I believe
but we're all in the same pool of people who've been deceived
it's getting pretty crowded and I wish I could say "**** it" and leave
though I know for a while this is where I'm going to be
waking up every morning chasing the money while convincing myself somehow that I am free
thought about keeping this private because it doesn't feel finished, but maybe it's okay the way it is. The rhyming is corny I know, not particularly my strength. But it's out there now:)
Andrew Owens
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Andrew Owens  Sandpoint Idaho
(Sandpoint Idaho)   
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