rushing to nowhere, blinded by lies,
ignoring those who are truly so wise,
hiding their faces, squinting their eyes;
soon there will have to come their demise.
i think their consciousness died as they grew,
for the conditionings were nothing true,
and for they're moulded to only feel blue,
or fake a smile as they're walking past you.
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