Face left blue, vindictive scream I don’t want to know I see. I’m blind Stick with my kind Right all the time Playback, rewind My own placebo These echos all around me They validate my crimes I’d rather bleed than ever cede to attempt some kind of alien approach I’m fine And I hate And I’m scared Like hell I’m not What stupid thoughts But maybe not My mind’s so fraught Is there something Something shared Are we the same Two sides of the same coin Not white, Not black But grey Now it’s clearer And there’s less fear And now I finally see Escaping these bonds, of futility Emboldened by a lack of truth and proof and still-born narratives Upheld by whims A Gentry of keyboard masses When in reality what we all want It spans across all classes Freedom to think Freedom to choose Freedom from harm when expressing your views Freedom to be Freedom to be Freedom to be Freedom to be