They Are Us
*Song “I hold your hand as we drift away” from Vague003 in the background*
It is true. When they that you are never alone.... it is true.
Even in solitude, I hear voices.
Even in echo, I'm influenced.
Even in the void, I am more than only me.
Nothing detaches me from society, nothing resets me from culture.
My future?
Who knows...
Do we change because of our context or does our context change because of us?
It is hard to tell the origins
and to understand the molecules of our choices.
They're too unconscious to spot with the naked eye.
And sometimes, too painful to deal with an open heart.
It is a cycle.
I am you. We are them. And they are us.
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