now that the truth is out and edges the windup say did you really doubt of where you would end up just right there where you are all alone in the night feeling more fraud than star and really not that bright not completely grownup more bewildered than fine but still the wait is up time to come forth and shine seems you blew your thirties in healing from your teens in bending to worries and in blaming your genes cloistered in priory yet life was not tranquil your want was fiery unending test of will years of slow advances at the foot of millions trained by circumstances pruned by disillusions countless angels unseen arranging the decor staging every scene closing every door but the ones to your fate in ways that tamed your spleen and pacified your hate they polished up your sheen to this constrained ascent found pointless to oppose much better to consent than struggle in the throes now you're pinned to the sky right where life wanted you you are not asking why in truth you always knew alien in the void stuck to celestial dome the gods blocked or destroyed all the bridges back home with no way to retreat you must recite your tome revealing the deceit exposing the syndrome you have no place to stand and yet a world to move a posse to disband a thesis to disprove billions of souls to stir hearts to set afire with notes that rouse and spur and rhymes that inspire to herald the reset of the world that wasn't and hasten the onset of a way that doesn't disregard our nature but puts the living first above expenditure through the best and the worst
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