Relative Something

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confusion floats
can you feel it?
all the colors
masquerade as sounds
little reasons
rolling on the ground
all the castles burning
bright lights shining down
answers everywhere
just unmatched
to the many smells around
as if we’ve known it all
but kept it secret
from ourselves all along
while some have found an answer
by accepting all the chaos
with expectant nonchalance
never fearing for the worst
as if witch trials never happened
nor slavery either, too
we carry on oblivious
wondering what there is to do
never having learned a way
to speak of things taboo

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