Monotony

What is this we call home?

Compressed, disstressed, in a dome.

The mind,

Losing time.

Don't even know; but we're intellegent.

Pseudobenevolent.

Give to get back;

Give in to riff-raff

human...

Sucked up in hipocracy.

Monogamy;

So far gone;

Stuck in apologies.

Or not.

Sit here and watch the planet rot.

When will it change?

So many years, the sound's the same.

Questioning the meaning of belief.

To believe.

To achieve.

to concieve.

"To be, or not to be."

What does this mean?

To be one of them?

To be free?

Ha...freedom.

A complex word without an ending.

Simply put, to be owned, but be to be owned willingly.

Isn't that it?

Or is it wrong?

The conclusion's the same, just a different song.

Confusion.

Another dialect for bliss.

One moment we're feeling happy, in another, we feel like shit.

Living by the statistics.

Who has and who don't.

Who will and who won't.

Stably, we're all broke.

So what?

Something even the blind can see.

We stand up and dust our wings as we

Prepare for flight through the monotony.

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