Perverse in our warp and weave, through this press of daily being
How easy to forget the consequence, the path of least resistance

Life marches on and we don't know where we'll be led to tomorrow
We walk alone afraid to drop the ruse we play so well

In our sleep discontent surrounds us, waiting for its time
To fill the spotlight

Will we ever learn? All our lessons are so soon forgotten
The memories burn, all our yesterdays drawing us back

A private goad for familiar paths, where and why are soon unremembered
Selective memory lighting the way, together our final quiescence

History in our eyes nothing more
Than a tale told by an idiot signifying nothing

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