All is burning

I want to thank you     

for a freedom I don’t feel

‘xcept at odd moments

but then again I’m brought to heel

by lack of vision

a kind of derision

for what the world could be

should I ever dare to see

       There must be places, other faces

       than those we see and have down here

       where we say things we can’t imagine

       in this quandary we’re in

       All is burning

       pages turning

       All is burning

       like a gun

I wanna thank you

For a feeling that’s so vast

That I cannot grasp

‘cause so far I’m not yet cast

in the right mold

in the tight hold

of some misconception

some sad deception

       refr.

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