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i reminisce of moments long past, of times long gone, from the seat of my park bench, watching the birds fly by
a mountain of memories, a tower or cigarette butts from here to heaven's gate

they kept me at ease, a simple contentment to keep me satiated, keep my feet on the ground
keep me working towards the next goal, tired and defeated, an un-efficient machine in an zero-tolerance world

i can only pray that i reach my dreams, so distant, like looking at the earth from outer space
yet, also like our sweet, dying planet, my dreams become darker and dirtier the closer i get

but the only thing to do is to keep walking
left then right, then left again, closing in on whatever lies ahead

that is all we know, to trudge along through the deep and chaotic nonsense
to make do with gravity, eternally dragging us down with the setting sun

there is a young lady walking alone with her even younger daughter
seemingly innocent and ignorant to the world passing them by

the mother, unaware that she has lost her face to conformity, and how she is condmemned by the world she lives in
the daughter, unaware of the tendrils that society has implanted in her brain, destroying individualism at its roots

and myself, unaware of the moments still to come, with nothing to do but contemplate my nightmares
abstract visions of this world, how it all pieces together, and how it inevitably tears itself apart

Caulfield Syndrome, seeing the stick in someone else's eye, without noticing the log in my own
humanity is full of potential, yet we are cursed with overwhelming flaws, but who am i to cast blame?

alone, no lovers, no family, no friends
without a hand to hold, or a shoulder to cry upon, only the wind and it's cool breeze caressing me

no time to waste with such subtleties like happiness, or love
life is short, and when a machine's batteries last only so long, you must work them for what they have

society is warped and twisted, forcing the worst out of everyone, and locking the best away for guilt by association
a generation, doomed by it's peers to be dominated by hatred and rising unemployment

there are reactions to our every action, divine force pulling us towards the abyss known only as "the great unknown"
and here, on the cliff, we play catcher in the rye, stopping anyone we can, and failing miserably to save anyone at all

we must understand the harsh consequences of every atom our body comes into contact with
every movement taking us towards that inevitable end. every step bringing us closer to the cliff

left, right, then left again, toeing the edge before darkness arrives
and me, alone on my park bench, watching the birds fly by