As we bury all our heroes
like our hopes and play
Dressing for a funeral
to go to work each day
Selling souls for dollars
Beauty fades to gray
Starving out the artists
For gluttonous ego’s way
It’s hard to know the master
as we star in a twisted play
Chasing after a carrot future
losing the gift of present day
Our black and white duality
Allows no room for gray
Giving power to a one eyed king
the blind have lost our way
Until we see with three eyes
the rainbow trapped in pretty lies
We will always be led astray
Such a beautiful moving nostalgia piece.
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❤️😘 I’m in a mood my dear hahahaha
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Am loving your mood.
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Yay!!! 😊😊😊
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Yippeeee yay. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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