the truth eludes me, and life continues to fool
i wasnt here for an ordinary life I'd thought
to salvation i'll take the world before it rots
but like all else here i am,
lost in small battles of mundane life, of mundane thoughts
Is money the only cause left to run behind
no goodness inside to shine
its all just become a race,
a race to find the next goldmine
and when we reach there
we run for the next one ahead,
till we find ourselves submerged in a sea of gold
shine spread all around
but the eyes they're always closed
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