There is a risk to loving deeply
With all your heart laid bare.
There is a risk to caring, weeping
For all the world to stare
Why do we bother?
When the world does not reciprocate
Why fight a system
When it tells us we must collaborate.
To be cold and heartless
To be robotic in our souls
To take life as a jester
And watch as death unfolds
Don’t shake the man in his cage
Don’t rattle the one whose in charge
Don’t stand up to gossip
Or be the one who points out flaws.
Rather,
Dance with the devils on their fine grey line
Make them believe that you’re doing just fine.
Keep your opinions far away from the strife
For the truth will do nothing but cost you your life.
Call to them, surely they will come
Instead they drum up a dream of when you’re done.
They’ll try to find a way to get you out.
Afraid of the words you just may shout.
Exposure is truly their deepest fear
Causing their conscience to now be seared.
Easily as a mark of a brand new pen.
“Good riddance to the one who could do me in.”
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