Sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space
There's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face
Sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in
And terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins
It will begin

Splintered dreams of unity (our lives are parallel)
So far from reality (our lives are parallel)
Independent trajectories (our lives are parallel)
Separate terms of equality (our lives are parallel)

Our lives are parallel

Is there no redemption? no common good?
Is there nothing we can do for ourselves? or only what we should?

Comes the hard admission of what we don't provide
Goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide

They so divide




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