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I'm increasing the effort of the strive for simplicity in everyone
No matter how bland, the lack of color could cause better lacks
So that the heartbroken lovers stop accusing themselves
And that the societal blur of routine stops forgetting
About how beautiful the clouds look while reflecting
Off an infants eyes, so lacking in corruption
Yet we forget to be jealous, we forget to envy
The ones who rest their head and heart, smiling
And allows the moon to smile back
But the dreamers proceed to ignore what they've dreamed
And live their days wallowing in their own apathy
And wait for their lives to change as they were told they would
They were raised to hope and look forward to tomorrow
Another day of concupiscence for unimportant matters
And I will follow their lead, for I am no less guilty
You can't make a change until you alter your own objectivity
On where you stand in line, or whether you stand at all
So as the day grows old, slowly but surely I accompany
For tonight the stars become bullet holes
The sky is but a murder scene
As life takes death into it's arms
And kindles it's grace an inevitability
For both come and go along with the memories
And both are eventually forgotten
As well as with the essence that is true reality.