Carelessness as I falter into freedom
In regards for what is real
Reserve no longer seen
There could be a change creeping
Not sure of its form
or what it’s keeping secret
Flowing words of wisdom
My brainwaves aren’t quite clear
Hearing what I came for
Ignoring what I hear
Things that I’m unsure of buzzing in my ears
I no longer disguise the fact that most of them are real
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