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Don't grow up, its a trap ;) |
Journeys You'll see me on the top deck Sitting at the front The boy who never grew up Round a life so dull and blunt It never came as advertised With promises oft broke and lies sold in their places With stories told and spoke Spoke for those who listen Those desperate for song Be cautious, things that glisten Can often turn out wrong But fools they mass like magpies Where gold and silver shine Places where the heart lies and souls morosely pine As minds crochet proceedings Designs we love and loathe It's freedom that we're ceding These emperor's new clothes With fabric sewed, a hazard With threads loose in the weave A tapestry spun backward To train, restrain, deceive An illusion of autonomy Where architects can hide 'tween ley lines hearts cannot see … or counted on, relied A freelance impresario The lies between the text A peter pan scenario That isn't that complex As fantasy fills pitfalls Tools these truths just lack Reality so harsh it calls Escaping out the back and bolting to the window Where my mind for treasure, hunts If you need me I will be upstairs Staring out the front |