No one cares, no one watches
They only run their own rat race
With imaginary groups, speeches,
Some numbers on paper pieces
As I try to stand there fully clothed
Forced to keep up to their pace.
Stop, I say. I silently shout inside.
Pause for a minute and breathe.
Listen. Observe the waves around
Don't just go along with the flow
And get deafened, blinded to the core.
I stand adamant, albeit suffocated.
I need to get these clothes off me,
I strip the layers off one by one,
Disrobe, escape this conditioning.
Everyone cares, everyone watches
As I stand there naked, for the world to see.
Slave to routine, the waves ebb and flow
Some move on, some judge and stare
But few break free, join me to devour
This beautiful naked fantasy.
Off come the clothes, out come the sex
We leave them open, let them hang,
Go taste the wind and feel the sand
Crash against the waves, cause turmoil
Break the rhythm, defy the law of the land.
They don't understand, call us mad.
They take offense, beat us up real bad.
Lock us up, try to make us understand.
We wear those clothes again and slave the waves
But always keep an eye out for the others,
For moments to be naked and free.
They only run their own rat race
With imaginary groups, speeches,
Some numbers on paper pieces
As I try to stand there fully clothed
Forced to keep up to their pace.
Stop, I say. I silently shout inside.
Pause for a minute and breathe.
Listen. Observe the waves around
Don't just go along with the flow
And get deafened, blinded to the core.
I stand adamant, albeit suffocated.
I need to get these clothes off me,
I strip the layers off one by one,
Disrobe, escape this conditioning.
Everyone cares, everyone watches
As I stand there naked, for the world to see.
Slave to routine, the waves ebb and flow
Some move on, some judge and stare
But few break free, join me to devour
This beautiful naked fantasy.
Off come the clothes, out come the sex
We leave them open, let them hang,
Go taste the wind and feel the sand
Crash against the waves, cause turmoil
Break the rhythm, defy the law of the land.
They don't understand, call us mad.
They take offense, beat us up real bad.
Lock us up, try to make us understand.
We wear those clothes again and slave the waves
But always keep an eye out for the others,
For moments to be naked and free.
This is very profound yet apt. Welcome back!
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