oh, if you could see
me now
not the flesh but an
exclusive inside peek
boiling waves of
mind over matter
none of this matters
we've all got change but
its none we can spare
with that change comes
much of the same
claims at differences being complete
are propaganda of the ego
the only difference this time being
i waited four hours to tell you.
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