There is a drain in the power,
a loss in the grid, slowly taking something.
Taking more than you know, before it's too late.
You think you know the cost,
but it is bigger than you think.
There is a whole other life,
but you are overruled.
You are denied from finding it
from knowing it is there.
It is your quantum reality
the normal that you deny
What tragic past holds you in its bindings?
Why?
If you could see everything
Where would you be?
Who would you be?
Who are you now?
Who do you become?
Right now is the hour, the minute, the moment.
There is no time; there is nothing.
There could be everything.
What do you want?
There must be a way to fight.
There must be a way out of here.
Treacherous steps in the dusk, full of trepidation.
Disconnected and disoriented.
Distracted and unaware of the power of now.
Running down the clock,
cooking off the grenade.
Is that what you want?
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