Freedom of the mind.

Flaming heads to muddled waters

Put them through to general quarters

The thoughts fly free

Giving truth the lee.

 

Lost minds unravel

As routes less travel

To places long ago

Places free to go.

 

Locked in patterns

Given to waste

When will we stop

Burning our world.

 

See this world

In complexity?

Try to see

The absurdity.

 

Sisyphus rolled that bloody

Great rock

Our rock

Can set us free.

 

Accept the futility

And march

Against the odds

Give it to those greed

riddled sods?

 

No

 

Whole worlds are

Made madness free

All because of that

Bloody great rock.

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