What a strange world it seems to me
The world where others yearn to be
To be the alpha, the omega, the King of all
To do the things that can make your stomach crawl
Why must you do the things you dislike?
I ask myself the same at the turn of a spike
To do what one wants more than what one needs
To satisfy our wants and our greeds
That we turn into another version of ourselves
The real us, hidden so far beneath the shelves
What a strange world it seems to me
The world that doesn’t ask me to be me
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