We perpetuate the myth We concede but look it in the eyes and deny that it exists We fool ourselves into believing That this cycle won't repeat But repetition is what we've learned (we blind ourselves) And we respond with indifference Procrastination We settle for never quite complete Delusional In our search for right and wrong The more it stagnates The more we fill our hearts with malice and contempt We chase the ghosts and strain to hear lost sentiment Cast in shadows we tear away piece by piece We fan the flames We burn the fabric of familiar places Scatter the ashes