i don't think we realize
that what's in front of us
is already the prize
we keep telling lies
to ourselves and discuss
while we rationalize
we keep asking "why's"
come up with "thus"
only to maintain guise
all the experienced highs
if one doesn't adjust
there'd be nothing to alchemize
it would be unwise
to ignore the pulse
and it's not the one between your thighs
i'm not one to advise
if it turns to dust
it's fine, just fly with the butterflies
when i look at the skies
the truth cuts
and it drives me to rise
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