Wondering what's becoming
of me as I begin to doubt
that dreams mean anything
as I begin to see life
as a game of cruel percentages
a random distribution
a matter mainly of parentages
no hope for revolution
no hope for transformation
no point it turned out
in gathering the information
the dull eyed truth that it's depression talking
doesn't penetrate to my heart
and inertia's all I've got left
to impel me through another cold start
what
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