Dipped in sugar every morning
It used to be innate
Life's licked
The honeyed layers
Acidic center lies in wait
Its simple situations
That require a buttered tact
I shrink at surface understanding
Favouring legitimate react
I want to scrub off all my make-up
At cosmetic compliments deride
Shake pragmatic deliberation
From its seperation in the mind
Weed the boarders of delusion
So the nightshade feels at home
Melt the tone of conversation
Prior to contagion of my phone
Quash, each volleyed "Hi how are you?"
Before lip-service falls in place
Veracity's become a private gizmo
Surface paradox is expanding into space
A faceless merge of private missions
A community in shroud
Single voices commend the snowball
As it thunders through the crowd
The truths so hard to answer
It takes time and heed to understand
Interrupting tick of times abrupt
The ultimate command
An intrusion into solitude
The literal human-race
Time and money is the hunted
And so we follow instincts chase
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