I find the voices of this world too loud
To be in the world but not of it
Is a harder task than expected
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I see everyone as the young ones say, an NCP
Falling in line with the roles given to them
But more than that I see the sadness in their eyes and regrets hiding in the quiver of their voice
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I too can play the game of systematic greetings and feelings
But every night when I strip off the world the moon cries out
Reflecting on the hidden stars under my skin
Turing me into his first love, The Sun
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I shine in the night
The outside world turned off
A world that never made sense
Free I shine in peace
To be at peace
To be the embodiment of the dim twinkle in the dead eyes of the NCP’s
A twinkle that’s been set free of mundane entities.
