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We claim to live and learn but the village burns from mistakes we are ashamed to admit that we made

We say life is metaphoric yet we run from metamorphosis every word of rhetoric makes us more metamorphic

We try to stand out in a world full of sheep the only escape is a dream as we sleep so it seems we are all the same

It ’s not conscious what connects us its emotional esteem so by nature we are reckless