what if words were just
a concept for a class?
what if truth was a random 
possibility?  
all these shades of grey 
fake or not? who takes a stand?
all those creepy tales
the loud make truth and the proud inhale 

a million plans were blown away
a hundred men gathered  more
for their temples of gold  
barriers hide  their kingdoms
and we watch our own
crumbled beneath our naked feet
i´m spending all myself 
all my wits 
pursuit of happiness
pursuit of happiness

tick tock tick tock 
movement a crime
fucking around 
inhale the elevators 
movement sound
tweets and likes are long past by
sanity 
no gravity in blue town

no gravity in blue town

nothing makes sense any more

pursuit of happiness

i´m spending all myself 
i´m spending  all my wits 
pursuit of happiness
pursuit of 
happiness

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