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the Injustice Circus has come to mind
more colorful and louder than before
another judgment parade bringing me nowhere
while looking forward to so much more
the night sky is a barrier of two-way glass
with shattered visions not yet complete
there's a hole in the eye of my spirit
a portal to a void where we will meet
that responsive chord surges within
familiar - yet with no origin found
this is the pitfall of the waking dream
coming over the chasms of light and sound
knowing I will not fair well
I will only give a hollow goodbye
until the next time we miss
when our sights are set too high
moving with the Time - Space continuum
looking up at the underside
where all this was written
and now I know They lied