If it were within,
within our power
beyond the reach
of slavish pride,
to no-longer
harbour grievances
behind the mask's
opportunists facade,
we could welcome responsibility
like a long lost friend
and re-establish laughter
in the doll's house once again.
For time has imprisoned us
in the order of our years
in the discipline of our ways
and in the passing of momentary stillness
You can see our chaos in motion
our chaos in motion
We can view our chaos in motion
view our chaos in motion...
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...and the subsequent collisions of fools
well-versed in the subtle art of slavery.
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