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Originally posted November 13th, 2011.
There’s not a thing I can say that hasn’t been said
Not a sound, or a thought, or a single tear shed
For there isn’t a leader that hasn’t been lead
And there isn’t a dreamer that’s escaped his head
Not a venture or claim of conformity shed
That hasn’t synced its stride with its neighbor’s instead
There is no escape from the path that’s been tread
But why kill yourself? You’re already dead.
