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To feel alone is relative To how you feel when you are with Other people not of yours Whether here Or off these shores. Differences abound in all When each would take a different path. But yet conform to certain rules 'Lest one incurs the body's wrath. A group is what the body stands For in this world of differences. Where all must fear what it demands When all that counts is appearances. Should you feel apart and stupid Or arrogant, smart and rightly just- Ified to care 'bout what's inside if Nothing's to be placed in trust? Rebel! Pet! Buttkiss! Wretch! Fighting words, yet some may match. Succumb to them And then you see Why others treat you differently. In that sorry state you dwell Thinking everything is swell But the moment head does rise See what lies inside your eyes. See what lies inside your heart, Whether together or apart Is what you see when you are with A group, the body you subsist. |
