Every now and then theres a rainbow,
A sign of hope defined for a moment or two.
Futility then returns;
No structure and no point of reference.
Where are you?
What are you?
Why do you see what you see?
Relevance is lost in its entirety,
A machete through the eyes of a scared child.
Where is the consistency?
Inertia is the answer to those numbers that you dialled.
To exist is to attempt to define the undefinable,
Put the mask back on and go to work.
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