When thoughts seem to be unreal
And dreams get untrue
Sounds don't reverberate
Muse becomes blue
What's said is less than known
Words lost in a maze
Eyes hidden in frown
Stares turn to shoegaze
All humble wishes of childhood
Exaggerated at start
With time they've grown old
To let love not get hurt
Welcome to the new age drug
Soulless speech of heavy noise
Passive metro dreaming
A life made out of choice
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