I wanted to believe in institution
That things are as they are
because they should be
But I got tired of its corrections,
I was sick of fitting in so crudely.
How was the outcast so endearing,
enough at least to turn behind you,
and regard the trail that’s there no longer.
Thank God for patterns, they deceive me.
The spectacle will not look back.



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