I haven't gone anywhere,
The only Stockholm I've known
Was a syndrome long ago.
I was held at logic point and told,
"Show me the door and I'll show you the world
That you made out of the fear of diffusion."
But Pandora had more to offer,
A group of atoms can take a life and
Break them up to make a bomb,
Or shake them up to make a song of light.
The only thing done right was
To turn it off and click to a lock,
To walk with my hands up
And my summer dreams cocked.
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