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DO MORE THAN JUST EXIST
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We have a desire
For truth
We have a desire
To desire for more
The card flipper, and
The boy with a family that questions his every thought, his every move
They know, but they won't say it, they're just trying to be understanding.
But they don't understand
They're flushed with consumer goods
The card flipper and the boy
They're not meant to be hamsters, certainly the boy's not
Prodded and poked around
Why isn't he normal
Why doesn't the boy like routine
Kind of like his grandfather
Died in the heat of war tragically
The boy will not budge
His inner voice he chats up and confides in hollers what he's been feeling
Deep down
No!
I'm not!
I'm not meant to pay bills and die
Meant to believe the news and the fake cries
Meant to give up all of my time
To a deed I didn't put my signature on.
He runs out of the school building
Past the scanners, past the friendly janitor
The officers give chase
They failed their fitness exams
So they can't keep up for much long
Back to the cardflipper
Once a company man
Suit and tie with hand me down shoes
The company lays him off
But keeps the ideas and
Pats him on the back to preserve his dignity
He learns he is replaceable
Not by a robot, but by circumstance
His wife leaves him with no explanation
She had a desire to do more
His kids raised by another man
His bloodline stolen from them
His degree's worthless
He's low on viable options elsewhere
So he drops out of the corporate world
Now he battles for luck in the streets
Where sorcerers and magicians come in abundance
And street vendors try to buy their own manufactured luck
The cardflipper has a few tricks up his sleeve
But knows that he needs a new act
Whether it's a sword down his throat
Or juggling apples and oranges with his feet
The card flipper sees the boy burst through the streets, through
the people with face masks, through the bullshit all around
He realizes he himself needs to stop running
He needs a new act
He needs to find a better way
Just like the boy
They have a desire to do more
Do more than just exist
To get ignored and spat on
To beg for understanding and a indebted dollar
For the longest while
The cardflipper has had the same pair of shoes
They come with a lot of loopholes
He's tired, enraged, fired up with gaudy indignation
As clear as day
He is compelled to want to do more, just like the boy
To do more than just exist
Do more than just accept the piss