Who dare quash my quest for authenticity,
the truths I alone must speak or swallow?
What monstrous world shapes my identity,
lays out a path for me to fail or follow?
Why, entangled in this web of complexity,
shall I be entrained to accept its sorrow?
Where will I go when instilled dependency
crumbles in my lack of faith in dead tomorrows?
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Who dare quash my quest for authenticity,
the truths I alone must speak or swallow?
What monstrous world shapes my identity,
lays out a path for me to fail or follow?
Why, entangled in this web of complexity,
shall I be entrained to accept its sorrow?
Where will I go when instilled dependency
crumbles in my lack of faith in dead tomorrows?
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