As far back as I can remember,
there was a siren.
A hurdling beacon of danger,
fight or flight?
Those who conformed to stay on the path,
have no choice.
It's the waverers that dance with the flames
and not against it.
Scream red siren,
separate the humans treading on known ground
from the wolves in the forest.
Breathe easily faithless iconoclast,
run against the whim of normality,
and let the red water dance chain-less.















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Tell Me You Still Believe
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How many roads must a person walk down? One. Their own.
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-Don't find yourself helpless in other peoples helplessness.
Live for yourself.
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How many roads must a person walk down? One. Their own.
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