This poem, which could be about the Navel came to me as a result...
Do you have memories to trade?
We’re having a sale on dreams
Ideals are being given away quite cheap
Nothing is what it seems
Oh, you can exchange your past for something else
A life you’ve never lived
Raise your standards in let’s pretend
The latter is just a gift
You found our shop because you have something to trade
Or maybe there’s something you’d like give away
Recreate yourself, become the person you’ve made
Whatever you don’t want can stay
Just don’t ever return wanting your memories back
Once you give them up, they’re lost
Don’t toss away your ideal because it has a crack
And your heart is consumed from within by frost
Consider the value of what you’re giving up
Before you give it away
Once you accept our bargain, once you drink from that cup
That piece is here to stay
Come, come, bring in your bad memories to trade
We’re still having a sale on dreams
Ideals are being given away for free
And nothing is what it seems.
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