Still moving in sort of frozen backwardness.
(tell me it's not true)
Jumping over the sun, only to find its the moon.
I take the pills they tell me to take,
yet it still is Monday?
(tell me it's not true)
Promises, promises like bugs on the windshield...
Do this and do that.
"It is for your own good!"
(tell me it's not true)
I surrender to idleness and sleep in movement,
try to recapture what I already found.
See... It was true after all....
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