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So it the time of night
When I start to think
About the things
That are so easily avoided
During the light of day

It's okay 

To wonder why
People don't want to
Be known or to really
Know me
Either

It's work

To take a position 
Posture yourself 
In such a way that 
Only the parts you want
Are seen

Everything worthwhile
Is carefully shaded 
In the cloak 
Of what shadows
All that deserves love

Rules tell us how to behave 
So we follow them
Into a path of loneliness
I've never been one to obey
So I wonder

Where is the freedom in that?