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Apr 2020
We seem to have a problem
No solution is at hand
Smoke em if you got em
High on risk, low demand

Daily searching for the answers
Question are all we ever find
Over here as well as over there
With no escape, it's all world wide

Easier to place the blame
Following the beat of society
Losing ourselves along the way
Don't look at me, I'm not my brothers keep

The seed is sown, the hours late
No way to stop the times
Breath in, breath out, exacerbate
With no escape, it's all world wide

The root grows deep, far, and wide
Watered by the acid rain
Collected in the cistern of the heart
Over fertilized with hate

Flipping low the two headed coin
No control in calling sides
And with that said, place your bets
With no escape, it's all worldwide
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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