Well it's just a sharp jigsaw
Not a piece was made for you
Yeah you were made for it
Exponential existence
If you've time to dream
Order your jumbled fantasies
to get them closer to reality
While your hearts still beating
If there's a generic secret
Lame conformist guidelines
devoid of meaning indeed
the meaning of life is in you
Locked far away from your conscious state
Conditioned to ignore it for it to be too late
There's a pile of your dreams and a poem about you
written inside the walls of your heart
where you dare not go
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