so many limitations
energy's wasted, nothing to face it
can't seem to release the flow
of the thoughts that rush around
and there's nothing left to do
except define myself with this pot of mud
that doesn't even belong to me
nothing is ever for certain anymore
it's either enflamed or recycled back to the way it was
it doesn't even belong to me
it's starting to get smaller and used more often
and they're running out of clay.
my only outlet
is being destroyed
they're taking it away from me
and here i am standing by myself
powerless to stop them
so the flow is stuck in the way
i can't even define myself
it feels like suffocation
rivers being controlled by the outside world
locked up and rerouted by a dam
i'm drowning in two inches of mud
and they're running out of clay.
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