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Predicting the everyday, this life has become static
Depending on past achievements when all we want is to create new
Rules and boundaries contain my thoughts to a point I can't accept.
Maybe I'll try to find a new plane in which to exist,
It's not far, it's been there waiting this whole time.
Innate notions, experience is flawed,
Described emotions, the wiring is wrong.
