When the ground starts moving beneath their feet, they reach for answers that seem solid, even if they are simplistic.
...You’ve come far and though you’re far from the end,
you don’t mind where you are, cuz you know where you’ve been.
I could be happy if I take control, but I’m out of control trying to make believe I’m happy..
What am I but my mind?
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