I am the words you hear close to your left ear located behind you
there is more room for fun, creativity and life
I am the one that waked you in the heat of a dream when you were about to scream
your heart rate is so low you could of died in your sleep
I am the calm in the sky on a perfect day; you know the one you rarely stop to observe
the fresh air that you wish you could see
I am the thought that passes through you mind constantly
the good memories in your continence
You are only what they want you to be
you are wrapped in a democracy
You are the tool made for the job
the one who was freed from slavery but yet you work like a slave
You are now apart of the propaganda
like clay molded into what they want you to be
You are the portrait in a frame
only one, replicas are truly not the same
We need you to see
you can be free to breathe the air you want
You need to do what is whispered in your ear
creativity, life is nothing to be feared
I see this world is trying to change me
we need to study philosophy
This world is slaved by them
never will I give in, I need to be free
I need to me
that is my philosophy
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