No Matter
Navigating Shadows: Plutonian Maximalist's Reflection on Elusive Freedom
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I'm in trouble again
I find myself in trouble once again
Looking at my rear view
I reflect on my past, examining what's behind me
For those lights that blind
I watch out for the blinding lights of law enforcement
Shine so bright
The lights shine intensely
Cuffs are so tight
My restraints are constricting
They know how to put em on
The authorities are skilled at putting handcuffs on me
They've done it before to me
This isn't the first time they have arrested me
They know how to find me
They are adept at locating me
Every time
Consistently, regardless of where I try to hide
No matter where I hide
They always come searching for me
They come looking for me
They have the ability to track me down
They know how to find me
Every time without fail
Every time
No matter where I attempt to run or escape
No matter where I run
They manage to catch up to me
They catch right up to me
Now I find myself back on the road
Now I'm back on the road again
Searching for a place to call home
Looking for a home my friends
However, the places I encounter have changed, losing familiarity
But these houses changed their names
Even the names and colors of houses have transformed
Color scheme and everything
Despite these changes, the essence remains unchanged
But it all still feels the same
An emptiness persists in suburban life
Empty suburban pain
These houses will never feel like they belong to me
They will never belong to me
Similar to how the authorities can always find me
They know how to find me
They have an unerring ability to locate me
Every time
Every time, regardless of where I attempt to hide
No matter where I hide
They persistently come looking for me
They come looking for me
They possess the skill to find me
They know how to find me
Every time without exception
Every time
No matter where I try to run
No matter where I run
They inevitably catch up to me
They catch right up to me
And now, I find faces blending in
And these faces start blending in
In neighborhoods with endless dead-end streets
Cul de sacs that never end
I am uncertain of my place
And I don't know
In these cul-de-sacs that seem to have no conclusion
Where I belong
I don't know where I truly belong
But I know it ain't here
I am certain that it is not here
The message from God is clear
A divine message indicates the path is nowhere close
The path is nowhere near
The intended path is far from clear
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