there is a butterfly
within a net

you watch it fly, within you settled compound
you thought it's meant to be that way
you watch it fly, without freedom you have not realize
you thought it will somehow rest and be a beautiful butterfly forever

this is the world that has not been made a better place because of the people, and to be made a better place because of em.

how, does the despair could leave one with hope
less there is non you could do

a consuming world
drive and driven
you are lost and carried away
you fought back
you took in none
you tried
you cried

it is a cause
of been blinded by mere ego that doesn't I called exist

it's nothing in there

a generation of lies

to deceive the minds
the people's mind

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