Even when you’re the subject of quarry
There’s always two sides of a story
Found deep in the canyon of thoughts
Where you become disoriented and lost
Adrenaline flows; lashing out in spite
Fight or flight; from morning to night
Two wrongs make it right; a logical fallacy
Resulting in madness from the certainty
A rockslide of emotion caused by failure
Gives way to a notion belonging to nature
Taking its course thru silent destruction
Alienation serves as soul survival function
The luck you’ve got, know it’s not for naught
Between the sun & moon you find yourself caught
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