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Nobody Looks up anymore

The Chaos Magnet begs a return,
as my life rusts, his lust burns.

He says we should attend oblivion as VIPís,
that itís time to reignite my well forgotten dreams.

He swears that I carry defeat in my posture,
too much playing it safe, getting fat on good order.

He claims that I once held the world in my palm,
that I sang in punches, I was a Ric Flair, the man.

He states ď Youíve played your hand, itís time I played mine,
youíre but a drunk playing sober, so please drop the mimeĒ

He complains that nobody looks up anymore, no one dares to be great,
all of us tempered with bruised hearts, resigned to bland fates.

He bellows that I bring the rain but heíll bring the storm,
heíll show me the rhyme and the reason that all of us are born.

The key is to dance, without fear of the stare
because if nobody is looking, then nobody cares
Nobody looks up anymore...
Written by BITS (Butterfly in the Storm)
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Author's Note
My alter ego, Chaos Magnet, still lurks inside me. Every now and again he looks to take over the wheel.
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