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The A-Typical World
As people we try hiding our intentions
And, when caught, we instate new positions
And, stand firm were we can
In the comfort of newly formed foundations
As stable as pebble-beach sand
And, in the course of flipping through the stations
I caught a glimpse of third-world nations
Where children were dead, but still breathing
Fighting for nutrients in such small rations
They might as well have not been eating
And, we are all victims of our own conditions
Forcing facades, for more acceptable revisions
And, we realize how small we become
Chasing another’s idea of potential perfection
When our own uniqueness comes undone
And, now I question the randomness of our existence
How God Himself is not religion
But, is entirely the reason we love
And, makes simple the most complex of definitions
Without complicating the sum
And, I spent a lifetime awaiting some decision
Controlling the substance of the addiction
That took a toll upon my fragile soul
Hoping to be implemented into a new invention
Were I could eventually grow old
But, now I realize how deep is the incision
The deepest canyon any man can envision
Is the insecurity we all hold
That shows its face through the contentions
Of the stronger, when the weaker man becomes bold
