Of hopes and dreams, and the freedom from them.

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Quietly beating

And quietly breathing

Are sugar-sweetened lies

That lie within our aching breast

And ne'r meet lips in cries

 

The ever seeking

Aged creaking

Hopes that we do hold

Tight and locked up in our chest

Until the bells have tolled

 

Always tripping

Endlessly slipping

Over the mortal coil

Aside from the few who have been blessed

The enlightenment plans are foiled

 

 

 

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