you see this freeze frame that you built
along those many wasted years
within the silly game of guilt
that you've been playing with your fears
you shake your head in disbelief
for what you thought you were is gone
you are yourself that sneaky thief
that stole the sunlight after dawn
you know you cannot rip no page
from what you call your days and ways
and what you wrote from grip to rage
will count for more than just a phase
so this iconic stained mosaic
you've developed inside out
that some might tick off as archaic
is just a puzzle you tried out
you'll have to live with its impressions
and get along for shorter times
since you'll be losing your aggressions
by committing fewer crimes
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