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OMG. If only …


It was knowledge
I know it was,
Before you had knowledge
You were free,
Free to spread you wings
Test your limits
But now that terrible knowledge
Is a crushing weight
Snapping your spine
You’re losing altitude
Been driven to the bone yard,
Where all other dreamers
Lie impaled by knowledge
That fuzzy memory of freedom
Is floating past you
And you are just that little bit
Too slow to reach it,
Memories of freedom will plague
You, make you wish
Knowledge had never found you
That you had remained
Blissfully unaware.

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