I May Never Know

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I want to do something 

productive.

But everything has already been

produced.

By beautiful hands. By beautiful minds.

By arbitrary machines. By cold steel.

I'm looking for something real.

But your reality TV

Has never seemed real to me.

I mean, when did we start

worshiping a screen?

It's sick, and I just want to scream

As I'm choking on my dreams.

If only those factories

Could roll out happiness.

Nothing is special

When everything is made the same.

Maybe that's why I;m bored

when I'm sane.

I wish I could pray.

But there's no god looking my way.

I've tried that assembly line for

my mind.

But it bred more hate than I can take.

Then turns around to preach love.

Tell me, how is that not fake?

I think we're alone here. 

So we better make

the best of it.

But I spend too much time

thinking.

All those seconds ticking by

Are carrying me away.

It doesn't matter how hard I try,

we grow older every day. 

Every sunrise

Is another day without your eyes.

Every night is another round

in this losing fight.

It's because we glorify the past.

We damn the present.

And we flee into the future.

But that's not way to live,

The problem is, I don't know

what is anymore.

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