Coasting on the brink of comprehension
why is it always 3 in the morning when my thoughts come through
memories fafe and blur till the truth shines anew
truth could be the biggest lie of them all
for there is no truth when life is subjective to all
I once loved a life I drew
umidst a culture that I thought I once knew
thanks to the rows of prose I've had to decode
I know there are others burned by the same pain
I didn't know knowledge could bring a deep sad
I didn't know knowledge could make me so mad
but when I cemented my suspicion on a societal lag
I took a drag and wondered if there was a reason
to why my 16 year old self puzzled at the American flag
but as it with memories, when they blur
they stir into something new
so I'm left here laying, trying to drift into a sleepy blue
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