Don’t bother asking
Because you’ll only pick
The one little bit
That mirrors the old
The ways you were told
And resembles your shtick
There’s no point in fasting
The Need to be New
Is traveling through
Towards the blind future
You’re lagging behind
We’re waiting for you
The deciphered is masking
The cradle-made signs
The unknown is scratching
From under your skin
Grow new from within
Look forward –
Now try
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