I live in a messed up world

With people too scared of love

Living in rooms of smoke

They think they are having fun


They run and they run and they run

Fleeing lightning bugs

Anesthetised, free of pain

They seek artificial lives


They have learnt to take the path

Of sensational make believe

They talk in corner bars

About making really good money


They take their time with hearts

They come first and love comes last

While hope waits and pity laughs

They lose lifetimes to the dark.



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