Solar-Powered

your sacramental aneurysm of thought
rots your mind and poisons your life
and every game you play hides you from the biggest game of all
the life you’re losing every day
the game that everyone must play

and when the winter sun melts your icy heart
part of you knows that you must face the pain
for every time you close it out your dreams drift further away
the life you’re losing every day
you’re standing in your own way

the sun will rise every day
and in its shine we can play
like solar-powered children
and overcome our villains

we don’t need a reason to live
we’re alive
let’s face the world together
all of us together

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