To Have and To Own
Upended
This material masquerade
Carve loose visions that pave
Father arts growing in me
The time to choose paths of virtue
Some semblance of sane
Love without gain
To speak and be heard
A thrill beyond all measure
They want to sell me at every corner
Saying I'm their soldier
Trying to get a grip
On the world and its fading silhoutte
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