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Apathetic Anarchist

Now what?
It’s all been divided up
Still we weep
Binge on people acting
It’s not real
Crooks and saints alike
I can’t sleep
Now who're they casting?

I’m not a slave
It’s the luck of the draw
I know myself
But not who I really am
You tell me
A friend who won’t lie
But no shears
I’m not anyone’s lamb

I remember
Every first and last time
What difference
Belief and then none
Give me up
I’m not your ambition
I can laugh
You never were the one

I’m numb
It’s only again and again
I’m gone
I listen to no satirist
Blessed
I finally, yes, I let it go
But I’m not
An apathetic anarchist

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