My anger is raised so quickly
For things that matter not
My heart doth burn in outrage
For I have imagined loss.
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There is no peace within me
There is no calm repose
I have not the still serenity
That would sad stories close.
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Seek out those ones that hurt me
Look for the hateful way
What hath become of my love for life
Why doth I treat me this way?
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Look there! And there! Do you see it?
Doesn’t it burn your soul?
They don’t agree with you or me
On them we extract the toll.
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What’s all this that I’ve become?
Why do I squander my life?
How is it that I should rather die
Than shake this rue and rife?
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For my mind is better than all this
My soul has visions more grand
Than to be stuck down here in a life so queer
When I should be a better man.
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My mind is as large as a galaxy
Whenever I let it run free
Yet I condemn myself to Hell
As I see only what angers me.
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The Creator made me whole and clean
He made me able to see
That life is what I make of it,
I can be burdened, or free.
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I can dream of great accomplishments
And bring them into being.
Or I can wallow in my misery
Thus, dead in what I am seeing.
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So, let us go forth to be that,
Which was our earliest calling.
Dreamers and visionaries
Climbing high, not falling
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I’ll see you there, up in the air
When we rise above this plain.
Using our limitless power
Which was given us for gain.

Umair Khan