Seasonal - 2011/06/11

Tell me all the tepid tales
While I struggle to breathe
Read me your recent regrets
As the world around seethes
You lead to lovely languish
Though the handcuffs ensure
Prisoners of plain paradise
Shall not forcefully detour

Doped up and deadened today
We march as you do instruct
Too busy muddling in a haze
To realize we self destruct
Gaze upon this great prison
Notice that it has no walls
Except the prisoners within
Fearing the moment it falls

This is just another season
That makes way for the next
We are teetering on an edge
So why are so many so vexed
For soon we will go our way
Designing something greater
Waiting for that inevitable
Does not make one a traitor

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