Fabrication

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When the world’s one step ahead
Don’t you feel like hiding
When people tend to stare
Don’t you feel like running
You see things that are nt there
For you they so real
Your mind has power
Power beyond compare

You’re pushed down
Yet you stand up
A busy highway
You’ll cross
Fabrication
All starts in the mind

In a crowd of people
Feels like prison
With no where to hide
No where to run
Just an ordinary day
But for you it feels
Like time stands still
You’re frozen

You’re pushed down
You stand up
A busy highway
You’ll cross
Fabrication
All starts in the mind

Even the strong succumb
To trials and tribulations
It follows you wherever you go
We all go through it
Its mind over matter
So who is the master
And who is the slave
Control your mind

You’re pushed down
You stand up
A busy highway
You’ll cross
Fabrication
All starts in the mind.

This poem was written/submitted by Grant.

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