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There’s a middle age man he is combing his hair Glares at the mirror for the youth that isn’t there It escaped him like poison and he drank it like wine He never new the consequences at the time Do I know them…..Do I know? So society’s poisoned by the phone and the web Watch the people live their lives without leaving their beds Just a spectacle for our entertainment I start wishing there was more to life than just this But what……What could be more than this? Everything is ready at the click of a mouse No one will speak not even in their own house So they start to forget that they even know the sound Of their voices when they say hey I love you They’re lost in their muses But they’re false and they’re proud Of the things that they think show about them But they really say nothing and I’m feeling quite sad Don’t you know…. You could be so much more I say hold up a fist to the flame in the sky And block out the light that’s reaching for our eyes Cause it would blind us….blind us. Well I’ve stopped taking time out To consider these thoughts And that’s a lie just as true as I like missing shots I’m confused…..I’m lost…..Who I am? We’ll I say hey try me on Maybe we’ll be the best of friends or pass through my life Like a dream through my head Let’s see if…if I can do this… But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time A melody to keep my humming constant I rhythm to set an example for these lungs So I don’t give up and start falling fast asleep A darkness so permanent that eventually I will greet

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