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In this world that tries me to the core
I dig my heels in deep and take a stand
And marshal strength at my command
That I may win this silent war.
This strange enactment that is life,
Reality projected by our own desires
Was meant to burn with passion’s fire
And earn awareness born of honest strife.
Instead, forgetting, we trade daily clarity
For answers that feel deadly wrong
And fail to challenge them their siren’s song,
Betraying strength with mediocrity, ignoring their polarity.
I must ensure my inner voice is heard
And always live what I believe
Or know that in my soul I deeply grieve.
There is no Meaning if I am not my Word.