Every day is the same
In and out
There and back
Always standing in the background
Round and round we go never getting to show
Show who we really are
Are we the ones who dare, yes.
Yes. But no one dares to look.
Look for what they fear to find.
Find in the many colors in the background.
Round and round they go being outshined by the picture.
A picture not nearly as bright as it shines.
Shining above the over looked details in the background.
Round and round we go.
Never getting to be as bright as we can be.
Being dimmed by the picture constantly
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