Wipe the window pane of your stained brain
And flash the proper signals
Because it's time for you to change lanes.
They want ot chew you up and spit you out
Like your white bread plain
But now we're going to play a different kind of game.
I crave the sweetest nectar of higher forms of exchange
And for that they would call me insane,
But with every word I write I flush them all down the drain.
I want to be the shining light in a silent city of pain,
Talk with me, walk with me, tell me your name.
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