Grandiose dreams to materialize
And for the plot line of our life to fall
Into places that burst beyond the frame
For the protagonist of this story is stuck
In the same chapter , line, sentence so
Afraid to dot the end of eras and begin anew
And though the voices loved call out again
They are drafts edited beyond recognition
Ambition fused the light bulbs above our heads
As minds deteriorate with the dust of this familiar place
Travelers beneath the tree beyond the need for shade
Yes, we wait indefinitely for change
To the banknotes, that these lazy hands never gave
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