We played against each other like puppets,
swearin you got pull
when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes...
Look in the skies for God,
what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene...
It's a paradox we call reality

Talib Kweli - Respiration

I feel like I lost something. There's always the possiblity that I still have it somewhere. Have I just simply overlooked it, or is it too indistinguishable from everything else I have that there's almost no difference any more? Only time will tell.