Who are you man?
That you toil and moil
Dash and run
At day break, running
Late into the night…chasing
What do you chase?
Who knows?
You have become fickle
Your temperament quick
Humanity seeping away
You take, and take
Never getting enough
You speak freedom
That you run after it!
Ha?
Yet you are in your own incarceration
Every facet resembles a jail cell
With walls of prejudice
Walls that blot the light out of your eyes
Eyes that have ceased seeing
Walls that blot out your feelings
Only vanity is left to feel
Walls of religious obnoxiousness
Walls of unquenchable thirst
A thirst for what?
Who knows?
It’s a blind pursuit
Let’s rush, run
Let’s pursue
What?
Who knows?
In your flattering bubble
Cushioned with phoney comforts
You bounce along
What are you after?
Who knows?
Who are you man?
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