From this old frame
please set me free
today a dream, lingering
and tomorrow
create cocoon
change silently
escape this singular form
and let me forever be
duality
I will rise
and will return
on silver wings to burn
My sweet, misbuilt utopia
your streets are bleeding with tears
of those who no longer walk them
for fear of all who are outside
with smile and laugh unwittingly
defeat who really care
break down those who wish
your misplaced nostalgia
your fear of all else
will be the death of them
will be the death of me
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