We define what we see based on the life that we lead,
I'd die to my senses if it meant my life could be free.
We are bonded to stencil an image in eye,
Then pencil experience in a box we can find,
Open and use it when the moment's confusin',
It's order from nature, some constructs from a view shit.
See you're fucked if you don't and fucked if you do.
I sit in the middle where riddles are truths.
It's all flux and we cling to the stuff that we've made,
Till it's dust and our grave's are the only stuff that remains.
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