Without marking moments,
Like any good story-teller will do,
To concoct importance,
Like this day of three hundred, sixty-five,
Which will start all again,
The lies and illusions you tell yourself,
In the interest of society's ends.
But this is just a step in human growth,
To higher consciousness,
When revolution will mean something more,
Than recast grievances.
It will mean love,
For all's evolution,
Imagine doing all your heart desires.
Expression with no restraints on freedom!
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