Living vicariously
Yeh, it's tweetily trendy even
Famed by your own thoughts
Although deep inside it was eerily eerie
Yet everyday without fail
You marched, armed with your desk, lap or any top
Browsing for the same thing
Falling into the trap of the century
Drained from spewing contradiction
Extinguished that wry affection
Stand straight now
Try conjuring some new notions
Come on, hurry now
Swallow that pinch of salt
For your revolution
If before
You listen
Never arguing
Never having any say
Where you function
Merely so
For exhibition
Now is your future
Call your own self
Call for it
Order yourself to be present inside
Long has it lost its way in the forest
Come
New life
Walk
Tread on your own path
Start with a smile
Step on them
Squeeze
And jump on them
Don't stop jumping
Until there's no more air
Like watching a rose die
Like watching an idea being put off
Nothing as ever satisfying as watching something wither away
Living triumphantly
With no regrets
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