Numbers

Unforgettable, the past
Locked down, in memoriam
Just doesn't add up
Let go, and it all makes sense

Stay home, stay safe
This too, shall pass
Moving pictures of the mirage
Incomplete stories, unfinished business

Move on to reality
The rush of the immediateness
Slowly forging ahead
Got your back, sunny boy

The world is perfect
The way it was meant to be
You are imperfect
The way you were meant to experience it

History, written by the victorious
Remembers not, the folly of one
But celebrates, the triumph of a collective conscience
Rejoice! O Happy Day

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