works in progress:
walking around this flat earth i see what's in front of me
i find it hard to believe in something ordinary
and up and down the streets i walk blow the autumn leaves
our path of ground now something we can't see
who is there to say we walked where
rebels thought to dare while other people stood and stared
i'm not so bold as radical with opposites now typical
people running just because they heard the word fire and must
keep on running don't make a fuss we thought it all so you must
just listen only to us and do what we say you must
all this talk of what i must won't make sense when i start to rust
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