What happened to a stable world, revolving round the sun
a place where predictions were fulfilled, where id finish what id begun
Wheres the foundation of openess, a safe place to find myself
burnt like the bridges i thought id always cross, back and forth on the path to health
Burning ambitions replaced by grim confrontations as a new battle gets thrown in the mix
spiderweb decisions rob me of my independence as each conquest comes with more cracks to fix
A game of pickup sticks played with fragile souls
who dont question the job descriptions of their self-assigned roles
Tradition and emotion were never logical things, being more circular than progressive and true
Excillation of manipulation, and the defence that it brings, is a destructive route for us all to go through
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