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JUST HOW IT IS

Crawl into work on the back of a paycheque, no other reason for feeling this down,
Crawl around computers and mail some colleagues,
Return to your car and crawl home again.
Exist every day just to make it to the next, nothing new happens, no hope of bliss.

Nothing seems to thrill me any more, my joy of life has hit the floor,
Home, life, it's dreams are all disenchanted nothings.
Exist only to help repopulate the species, yet many others could do this,
So I am not needed.
What else can I do of any relevance here, except perhaps
Move others emotionally or cause them unnecessary pain.

Ruined by the thought of existing outside of a system of cruelty,
Given up the idea of revolution, I'll go on, as ever,
Take the shots, and the rough with the smooth, no surprises, just more of the same.
No one acts on their instincts, not any more,
Even the bravest of us all rarely has the courage for what he knows.

Angela sleeping by my side, contented in dreaming as I lie,
Awake by coincidence, I watch her by the light of a new-born moon.
Breathing shallow as newly formed ponds on the back of a warm summer shower,
Happiness resides in my memories of previous times.
Stirs and awakes, turns to look at me, nothing ever as simple as it seems.
A look, a nod, no words are shared, expressions would all be inevitably flawed.

Trying to tell what I feel, what I know to be true,
Keep quiet and smile, pretend to agree, it's better all round.
Opinions are kept to yourself, the system remains, no way to fight it,
It goes on just the same.
Too many are brainwashed to believe it is great,
The protector of innocence, opportunity and fate.
Never stop to think or enquire why are things as they are and not any other way?

Motions agreed, no other way, live life, don't think, it's better that way.
Stop to question and you'll only find there are no answers to be found,
Uncertainty reigns in all things,
What else is there?

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