Can't tell new leaves
from turned pages
can't tell dead ends
from new ages
not in the moment
not far away
and it doesn't mean a thing
I made it through today
me and how many billion army
white middle class, what a feat
nobody tells me what I should be though
guess that one has them beat
Oh God tomorrow for a difference
I know is not to come
and hope for anyway crazily
like I hope for Kingdom Come
what
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