Cycled
Thinking of our souls and what it all might mean,
answers back and forth, over & over I have seen.
Ones step forward three steps back, we struggle to stay on track.
Conforming, reforming our individuality soon we have no concept of reality.
We are based off of anothers choice, there decision to bring us in this worlds vision. So we have become a never ending cycle of someone elses theme.
Why must it be so that we have become full of greed and hate, we snub are noses at another like they are 2nd rate.
choices that are made from past to present to past again, we never
seem to make our troubles end.
I am just another chosen one, to walk amungst us all woundering when it is all going to fall...
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