Introspection

The Masterplan

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Sometime along the way

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It gets confusing, misunderstood.

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The protective dome slowly cracks

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Until it shatters.

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Weird people with long bodies

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Shouting, Fighting.

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The dome crumbles.

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Probably a rite of passage.

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Time has gone by,

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He's poor and alone.

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Staring at the sky blankly,

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"I had enough, I think,

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Learned everything, wholly educated.

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Please stop".

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Innocence long gone.

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The Masterplan sipping fluids out of a coconut,

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On a hammock, in the realm of illusions.

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A boy is created,

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For a while, he just observes,

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His brain's adjusting to the concept of thoughts.

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Everything is exciting,

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And the colors are bright.

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Curiosity on overdrive.

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Life is a circle.