Its choices are all flawed,
Organizing the offers before you,
So one was all you saw,
And time's been no help, refusing to stop,
Watching dreams up and die,
Perspective blinding you from all the joys,
Screaming out to embrace you all the time.
If you have to smash something to be free,
By god, smash all you see,
The truth you've lived by kind of falls short of,
Believability.
It's not too late.
Just watch one good movie,
Walk through the holes you made with that hammer,
And leave it open for the world to see.
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