My two lives – 1/23/01

A world apart where the other one starts
The one constant remainder that will always
have the forbidden hallways I don’t want to walk
I am forced to talk to convey a thought so
the drones will accept me as one of them
They know very little of the life I hide
of the other side where nobody lies
because they have realized how to exist
and not to be a cyst on the belly of the chosen cow
Even right now there are worries that prevent
perfection and direction and that allow
a collection of wasted hours and years of happiness
When will the day come where there aren’t two worlds,
two lives, two people living apart from one another
for fear of contact with the unknown?


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