www.whyville.net Jan 30, 2011 Weekly Issue



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Imagination Isolation

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Gravity is pulling me down with sticks and stones
Into the depths of nothing with a proximity unknown
I reach out into the darkness and only touch thin air
I laugh because I'm too young and free to care

A ludicrous idea is engraved deep inside my mind
Stitched into my teenage flesh, but it's starting to unwind
Beauty is in the midst of an imagination uncontrolled
Reality is gone and my blood's run cold

I'm like a sponge soaking up all the darkness in here
It's feeding the machines and all the twisting gears
Devoid of being brainwashed by everything out there
I lay here in delight, too young and free to care

Society can't tip my glass and dictate what I should follow
I don't want to conform with the norms and be swallowed
Pressures suffocate me and attempt to give direction
So I live in my mind to escape a world of misconception

 

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