Mental
Self-censorship and feigned ignorance:
any extent to inhibit inquisition
into the legitimacy of sentience,
Embody universally intimate commitment to an intricate religion
Worship of the hope that only an "accident" is unintended
that the minds of men are more than power limited
that we are not defenseless but the impetus
to prove that history is not insensitive;
We're but bewildered children looking for a way to live
to verify that we can make our mark and leave our fingerprints
'til we take any mental break a hint of our significance
of something great
and not a broke machine.
We promise you, this is not a hopeless scene.
When at first you don't succeed, please pass the kids your dreams,
maybe one day they will find something for us to mean.
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