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They saw a frightening frown in the sun
That made them run

Telling them in silence
to turn from your backs
to cover up the cracks
to write off your cheques
to face forth the facts
to think fast and act
And cry for wisdom under the shades

Like a dubious graduate
longing for a friend

Voices part III

They saw a glittering stillness in the sky
Then they heard a cry

Telling them in silence
to wake up and make
to sit down and eat
to back down the hate
to butter up the bread
to spin up the thread
And sing a joyous tune that fades

Like a decent looking man
yearning for a cow

moon

Pessimists are the ones who walk away from a vital fight, where the victors are often nought, and no losers deserve to flop; After years of pouring sweat, nonetheless for others to take, endeavouring faithfully as bait; Finding oneself in the home of hallucinating delight, when entirety belongs to the might; Agreeing that life has its joy and pain, which are merely things like hunger and an itch, alike.

Realizing that all these words make no sense for the faithfully devoted, or even the sceptically inclined.

But funny, how the moon will always inspire the slackers who ponder, in the influence of escapism.