Between my head and my heart, this voice
Between being and seeming, the choice
Between the lies we tell ourselves in the pursuit of the truth, trials
Between the image of heaven and realities of earth, redemption on our knees
Freedom and the sweetness of a warm cage, flying back and forth hardly passing through the open door
Protection from the weather and pursuit of coursing adventure, a jacket
and those drops roll off your back
Private language and monopolies over thought
Where nothing is truly hidden
Except for the attempts at covering up
Giving to those who provide the most in return
and packaging precious parcels for investment’s sake
postponed quality controls,
an ultimate quality never to be known
it's the feeling,
standing on its own
when I cry the tears always start from my right eye
because sadness won’t betray my dry personality
while the only thing that gets me talking is an oral fixation
and the only thing that’s stayed the same is changin
right in front of me this moment is changin
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