In case you have forgotten
There's more to this than just yourselves
And your empty recollections.
All the heartless phrases
Disguised with cliched connotations
Do little to express any deep emotion.
Realize, life could be longer
If only some could recognize
What pleasures lie in golden fields
Of friendship and redemption.
These flames you burn with,
Are just trivial reactions.
These words you play with,
Bring you false satisfaction.
You try to be original
When you talk about your fragile lives
But are you nearly broken?
Or simply rattled by reality?
Stand up against the new constructions.
The novel jails and ideologies,
Such things that cause obstruction
From the need to be released.
You're not forlorn,
Or even love-worn.
Just inflated with glucose solutions
That keep you writing sonnets,
While inside you dream of revolutions
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