Untried and untested,
One fits nowhere but here in anonymity
There is no birthright - no innate guidance
No direction or destination is handed down
Shackles are the one thing free for all

Dead ends and dead lives abound here,
and failure obscures all but the immediate
Sweet dreams fall from reach here;
fade from existence - fade from sight
They merge with the black in decay and neglect

The surroundings here are sparse and desolate,
and life here is grief,
but the path leading here is short and simple-
it is so like these aspirations

There's a better way, that we've made
We can all make this change
There's a better way

Better ways and better times are bitter memories
Lost lives live here without inspiration or desire
Here is the lowest of places,
but do not despair

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