The desk clerk smirks because you're here to stay
but he will have you sign in anyway
and there is a lock on either side of your door
in this hotel of oppression and its cold war!

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My beauty has been sacrificed by man's darkest hour.
I look up to the darkness and I cower.
My smile once sweet is now only sour.
I am without doubt the last standing flower!

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We seek the edge for a better gain
but it's buried somewhere in our brain
as an intangible target of luck and skill.
Elusive we know and it's out there still!

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If life were like a coloring book
paint-by-numbers would give us a closer look
at the banality of how we appreciate
the comfort zone of feeling sedate!

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Much more transparent than it would appear
this conscious decision is very clear
when humanity is tarred with the same brush
as we tend to hurry but try not to rush!

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