Tired of pretending
That this is all there is
So you won’t call to question
The way I’m moved to live
Tired of pretending
That I don’t need to reach
The infinite inside myself
So I don’t hear you preach
Tired of pretending
That these things satisfy me
Spending my life in acquisition
Could somehow set me free
Tired of pretending
That the way we live is right
That we will possibly survive
But not without a fight
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