Maybe if I turn the music up loud enough,
and never let it stop,
I can go on forever this way,
forgetting what it means to abandon feeling,
forgetting to dread the hard cold world
of intellect.
Maybe I'm watching something so false,
my growing childhood fantasy,
that my eyes are closed,
and I am blind, but somehow I'd rather
be blind to it all than see the harsh cruel world
of reality.
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