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A Hypnotic Trance
Colette M. Friedman
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Thoughts stirring, swirling, too tired to mind
Depression and a myriad of temptations I find
There is a ringside fight, and may the winner take all!
The showdown begins the day we are born
An awakening of the senses when we're young and small
Deprivation and influence by those wealthy and tall
So little, we process the hollow flow of the dance
Unaware of we've been captured in its hypnotic trance
Enticing us as it grabs us by our body and soul
Throwing us into the ravages of an expectant goal
Knocking us around, still listening to its spellbinding sound
Realizing age has arrived and SUCCESS is not around
Once again depleted, we've come full circle we see
Why am I here? Who am I? What has happened to me?
A whirlwind of debt swarms in like a tropical storm
Sadly, safe haven now awaits us in paddle form
When do we realize there's no ceiling on "having it all"?
And, SUCCESS does not soothe the bruising when we fall
So, we walk silently away
Tongue-in-cheek about how we got this way
Ego and pride pressed firmly to our back
Excusing and blaming for what we encompass and lack
Mystified, we forgot how we've simply lost track
So little, we process the hollow flow of the dance
Unaware of we've been captured in its hypnotic trance
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