Back in the day we were formed from the clay
Now we've formed clay into the way of today
There is a WOW of now and I understand how
But I wonder why? and look to the sky
Is this something we should?
Is this bad? Is this good?
Is there more to this substance than the matters I sense?
Because there's a hole in my soul crying what is my role
And dents in the fence of what my life's meant
Am I unique?
Or a modern dazed sheep a woke and asleep
Going along with both right and wrong
Which is wrestling a brain for the prize to be sane
And why do these questions come again and again?
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