I’m Seeking A Truth

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I’m seeking a truth within these fragmented words
My thoughts won’t cooperate with how my fingers move
Typing on this old hand-me-down machine to transform
My mundane existence into a magical, deliberate groove
I am not afraid to expose the flesh of a wilted soul
There are no heroes in these parts, just broken misanthropes
Internalizing the segmented society & all the villains
Returning to coffee so black the void regains precious hope

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Trying Out Stories In The Morning

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Trying out stories in the morning
Typing away on this ol’ machine
Thinking of something different
A genius the world’s never seen
But I can’t think of anything great
I guess I’ll get more coffee instead
I hear a whistle from my lady
I guess my love needs me back in bed

You’re Spouting Off At The Seams

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You’re spouting off at the seams
The system melting from the status quo
Another former acolyte on the verge of revolt
The machine of government quotas; all systems go
But is this what we want from our society
I believe their intentional interference is a sin
Let us be, let us live a life peaceful & free
A life where a simple man might still be able to win