If I come down form the dreams and ether it all makes since. The worry and struggle all fall into place and one realizes the lies for true. The lies are everything mingled in the community the connections and obligation. Truth is internal and the things that pierce the internal radiating out. The choices that say no I will not let you dictate to me where one confronts the commune.
Where is my discomfort? With your values never my own, why would I feel disconnected with those I honor. When you tell me my thoughts mean I am the slow and unkind. I only wished to exist and proceed with my family and not let your values be those of me and mine. I offer help to those I found value in, why can I not continue. My must I give to those who I do not care about? Why must I care?
Why do your fears affect me, when I don't trouble you with mine. You give me no aid and shun my ilk where is the golden land you speak of. I see some where I work head down my joys broken and yours held high in hand. Yet you call me worthless when I say no. Give me back my wonder the cities are grim and ugly, material and genetic.
Where is my discomfort? With your values never my own, why would I feel disconnected with those I honor. When you tell me my thoughts mean I am the slow and unkind. I only wished to exist and proceed with my family and not let your values be those of me and mine. I offer help to those I found value in, why can I not continue. My must I give to those who I do not care about? Why must I care?
Why do your fears affect me, when I don't trouble you with mine. You give me no aid and shun my ilk where is the golden land you speak of. I see some where I work head down my joys broken and yours held high in hand. Yet you call me worthless when I say no. Give me back my wonder the cities are grim and ugly, material and genetic.
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