I've been lost in this maze for days and days
So I graze
For a glass blown blaze
To exert me past this haze
And Cluster-fucked daze
Known as the mundane maze
Constructed of corporate idioms
And force-fed governed education
Coated in septic tank stank from 100 years past-
Out dated and decaying the spirit of today's youth;
Drying out their souls
Leaving an empty chasm
(dark and confused)
To be filled with material slogans
Now Highjacking the being of who ever wishes to listen
Expressing the false need to consume all that is seen.
So I smoke up a glass blown blaze
To regain my spirits rays
And my souls gaze,
Thus escaping this mundane maze.

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