You see it in their eyes,
The respect, the hope, the trust's disappeared,
You're sure you've just heard lies,
But what else out there is it that you want,
Unlike what you have now?
Either you make the world, or it makes you,
Which implies that it can't change, anyhow,
There's no special trick others have found out,
What you see's what you get,
You might have to just become satisfied
With your sadness and debt,
But don't be sad,
Now you're finally free,
Accepting that you'll ne'er get past your bars,
Makes you appreciate what's at your feet.
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