Places my mind wanders around,
With the slightest of belief in getting an answer,
As i deliberately go into detail.. the very detail of it.
Then I felt something fierce and true,
It felt almost as stupid and painful,
Like a scrap metal and happy tool,
The truth was told by himself,
As he was fooled.
Lights blanked his thoughts,
No one could he trust anymore,
Too many deceiving faces,
Blaming the crumbs of slipped up words,
In all the right moves, and all the right places.
Believe himself, that's what to do.
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