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You had the truth in your hand But I guess you couldn't stand... ...the demand... ... of being a real human So why does your shame Make it necessary to blame The others for suddenly being A stranger Does that not create the danger Of rearranging the facts While jumping the tracks In your haste to move forward What could be the reward For striking such a chord Of internal discontent Where your morality is bent... ... To the point of almost broken While fueling the fires you alone were stoking I had relinquished the remote As  I felt the chill wind blow Still I did not don a coat Out of righteous indignation Or from forlorn resignation Although there was temptations I let you hem and haw - have your say So you could do it your way The window view instinctively knew And slowly dropped it's shades The window curtains instinctively knew And dropped... so as one side fades Going back into the obscurity There is a melancholy pull Looming large and weighted down with insecurity Even in that first moment of triumph The serious side knew This was no contest It was an awakening While nowhere near sleep As if the dreamers shuffling steps recede Scuffing the floor in metronomic semaphore Sounding like the best the best the best the best the best the best the best Continuing as it crosses the room The best the best the best the best right on out the door.
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
The two sides of me
You had the truth in your hand But I guess you couldn't stand... ...the demand... ... of being a real human So why does your shame Make it necessary to blame The others for suddenly being A stranger Does that not create the danger Of rearranging the facts While jumping the tracks In your haste to move forward What could be the reward For striking such a chord Of internal discontent Where your morality is bent... ... To the point of almost broken While fueling the fires you alone were stoking I had relinquished the remote As  I felt the chill wind blow Still I did not don a coat Out of righteous indignation Or from forlorn resignation Although there was temptations I let you hem and haw - have your say So you could do it your way The window view instinctively knew And slowly dropped it's shades The window curtains instinctively knew And dropped... so as one side fades Going back into the obscurity There is a melancholy pull Looming large and weighted down with insecurity Even in that first moment of triumph The serious side knew This was no contest It was an awakening While nowhere near sleep As if the dreamers shuffling steps recede Scuffing the floor in metronomic semaphore Sounding like the best the best the best the best the best the best the best Continuing as it crosses the room The best the best the best the best right on out the door.
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
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