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there's a little room inside of all of our heads 
a light 
it sits, sits, it waits for a spark 
at least it does in most people 

this world is confined to those who believe they're free while they never let the light out of that box 
these people, these mindless, self validated creatures walk on two legs believing that it puts them in front of those 
who walk on four
after all,
they have the capacity to discover things
just so that they can ignore them 
real smart, real innovative, 
don't you think? 

this ignorance we call bliss 
is a simple and useless attempt 
at ignoring what we can't understand 
and praising ourself for what we can 

there's others with a different light
one that emanates something wrong 
something unfair 
something darker than the others 

a walking stigma 
that is what i am, isn't it? 
spent my life trying to convince myself otherwise
at some point the truth has to be understood 
that's what life is, isn't it? 

hundreds and thousands and billions of imbeciles 
every one of us 
me included 
chasing what we call a truth 
the truth doesn't exist 
only understandings do 

i don't know how to be fake. 
not anymore. 
fake just isn't possible. 
but i'm starting to think real isn't where i want to be. 

[m.r.]