Burning Minds
Birth, selfish and dependant birth..
There is no do or die nor try
Please let me fly away
There is no way to say I lost
I'm lost for what to say
I have no mouth but I must wake
I have my burning mind
I wish to burn my mind again
To find what I will find
When fate does rear it's ugly head
A shape of what it's told
I find we paint the fate 2D
To the circle that we're sold
In life less known the freedom feign
The fake of what is true
We burden memories old we have
No space for memories new
The fate is that which seals growth
We let not change the world
We let the truth remain rolled up
Without our minds unfurled
What life is fate that we see drown
Within the gates of real
We stop to think what should we do
But don't know how to feel
What life is this that we tie down
Our burning mind we fold
We shape again perceptions grown
Distort a solemn mould
When we see that we can do
Whatever that we see
Within the reasons of the good
We be what we can be
When we know that fate is just
A burden of the heart
We can finally see the truth
And see it for its art
Life is life and death is death
No matter if we try
What matters most is what we do
In the time before we die
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