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The is a cycle few acknowledge, much less realize
It is a cycle all our own: Man's Thought
It's a cycle of revolution, of evolution, of time
We disagree with the past and look to the future
But it's only the present we fix
The thoughts of yester year decay as we uproot them
The thoughts of tomorrow never take root
The thoughts of now are all we have to grow on
Nothing but duct tape and super glue
Prepare for now it spreads like a fire
We all have the itch like a nasty rash
but we're all too comfortable to start it.
With everything out there
We can't make heads or tails of it
Do we have it good?
Is it really that shitty?
We have it great from outside in
But we starve or minds for food
We aren't made to think, so we don't
We jsut wait to get told what to think
I warn you. some day we will revert
We will think
Someone will say "NO!" all the way
Who knows, it might even be me or you
BUt it will be soon