I gaze up and speculate where this path leads.
Then a fleeting look back at all I have been.
Tides of change leave me whirling then grasping.
As they wash away the remnants of my complacency
No more repetitive rhetoric, and no more noble lies.
These deceitful dealings that we exercise to preserve identity,
Only paint a more dazzling, more splendid facade
Sustained ever so loosely by the base of our insecurities
Lashing out in dignified ignorance
We meticulously raise vast, soaring walls,
Searching for meager pieces of solace and serenity
To silence the voices that tarnish the days.
Yet are we in truth keeping anything out?
Or merely casting ourselves ever deeper to the depths?
The comfort of anonymity is complemented by alienation
And when you stand unaccompanied how do you endure...
And when walking among the masses how can you conceal
All those unspoken words and unharvest emotions.
The yearning desires, the ever-present apathy and me.
The inconsequential echoing voice that never suffices
To proud to be bold, to nervous to be valiant
This yielding path leads only back to complacency
Grow a bit more distant; lose another shade of our luster
Were righteous intentions ever enough?
Then a fleeting look back at all I have been.
Tides of change leave me whirling then grasping.
As they wash away the remnants of my complacency
No more repetitive rhetoric, and no more noble lies.
These deceitful dealings that we exercise to preserve identity,
Only paint a more dazzling, more splendid facade
Sustained ever so loosely by the base of our insecurities
Lashing out in dignified ignorance
We meticulously raise vast, soaring walls,
Searching for meager pieces of solace and serenity
To silence the voices that tarnish the days.
Yet are we in truth keeping anything out?
Or merely casting ourselves ever deeper to the depths?
The comfort of anonymity is complemented by alienation
And when you stand unaccompanied how do you endure...
And when walking among the masses how can you conceal
All those unspoken words and unharvest emotions.
The yearning desires, the ever-present apathy and me.
The inconsequential echoing voice that never suffices
To proud to be bold, to nervous to be valiant
This yielding path leads only back to complacency
Grow a bit more distant; lose another shade of our luster
Were righteous intentions ever enough?
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