We speak in subtext,
Our cultural reflex.
Hesitancy with bracing context.
Consistency in anything less.
Change be the fuel to ignite this mess.
Unfortunately fear halts all energy.
Inspires complacency.
Mental adjacency.
Readily dissolving all faith in me.
Washed and recycled, We’re happily exiled.
Meticulously choosing to revel in denial.
Listening to ourselves,
The gate keepers of hell.
Selfishly selfless,
Utterly helpless.
Lying to the heart,
The stoic open cell.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
We speak in subtext,
Our cultural reflex.
Hesitancy with bracing context.
Consistency in anything less.
Change be the fuel to ignite this mess.
Unfortunately fear halts all energy.
Inspires complacency.
Mental adjacency.
Readily dissolving all faith in me.
Washed and recycled, We’re happily exiled.
Meticulously choosing to revel in denial.
Listening to ourselves,
The gate keepers of hell.
Selfishly selfless,
Utterly helpless.
Lying to the heart,
The stoic open cell.
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