Up and Through

Up and through the world we grow,
fighting our food
losing to our society.
Forward and through the world we see,
a view from smokey lenses
a lie through stoned minds and mirrors.
Learning through the world we travel,
grasping on to those who fit cool
clinging to the toxic
reluctant to release
As the world goes
The food molds
Society is toxic
Cool doesn't fit

And I still do not release.

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