carbon copy
cracker kids
all square and full of holes
chasing
someone else's dreams
doing only as they're told
gaping wounds
conformity
it's useless to resist
grayscale thoughts
behind closed eyes
rainbows do not exist
follow the leader
play pretend
grown-up rules, abide
broken backs
and camel straws
there is no place to hide
technicolor
memories
it was just a game
forty years
of servitude
society's to blame
here and now
when youth is young
and colors bold and bright
uncharted paths
with neon skies
teach them hold true and tight
planets turn
and water flows
when dreams, have yet, to die
tomorrows
more than yesterdays
the young see bluer skies
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