conscience becoming
If i cry, and no one is there to see it
Is it meaningless?
If i close off, and you hear the door slam
do you feel victorious?
If im smiling, and you sense it
Do you have to crush it?
And as my feet dangle off
becoming one of the stars up above
I listen closely
as the tides go down
as they crush and drown
as the moonlight on the creek
thins to oblivion
you reach a peak
of self realization
when enough is enough
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