Some days I really think I need help.
Other days I think I need to help.
I can't let my mind wander without it wandering back to that ultimate thought.
The last thought I will ever have.
My survival depends on knowing it is there, but avoiding it.
So my survival depends on not letting my mind wander.
But my life depends on my wandering mind.
Without that, who am I?
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Nobody
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Nothing
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My only redeeming quality
Is that I want the world to heal
That I see the systems in play
holding me back, holding us all back
so I fight against the system
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but sometimes
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I think the system is throwing up an illusion
a false flag that I fight against
buying, mistakenly, into its success.
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do I fight the system?
or
do I fight for the system?
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in facing such doubt
why go on?
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