Our roots, growing out of our wooden hearts
From the very essence of mankind
Have started to rot before their time
Like a branch that had no sun
We're waste of effort, a suffocated intention
Lost potential, lost cause.
The bad seed, that grew too far
Tall enough to block the sun
Building home out of nature
COnjuring life from dead objects
Forcing life to mould into a house
And we build a house of frustration
We build walls from the dreams that went lost, long gone
We use insecurity for floors,
And lock our fears into the basement.
They're sitting there in the corner
Terrifying themselves
Broken pieces of ourself
The roof is built from unrealistic excpetations
drifting wood and isolation.
We waste hope on the windows
Thinking it would keep the cold outside
But we all know that's just another lie
In denial of our mortal lives we sacrifice some more time
To feel alive for one last time.
it brings tears to my eyes to actually realize
How much more we could have been
If we didn't waste time in growing beards to our chin
Drinking beers, shouting cheers,
approving all atrocitites the thieves happened to come up with
One-way route, empty canal, a path less traveled lies ahead
But we rather stay inside, enjoy our petty lives
And let the thieves enjoy our hospitality
For another day.

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