Our values are misplaced on diamonds and gems that mean nothing
Gather all of the riches in the world, you'll always feel like you're missing something
a constant sun beating down on the wretched wealth of seasonal defectives
how grand that sun seems after days of rain or clouds, how effective
awareness of the transience of existence
and this awareness is the most beautiful gift
you can ever give.
people often forget how to live
like they are alive and breathing
the blood in their eyes thick and seething
no, we are not dreaming
this is not just us getting into the scheme of things
it must burrow deeper into earth's crust
into a new place where we learn to love trust
but all these false idols will rust
the bleeding diamonds and greedy humans must stop.
underneath lazy oak trees and questioning authority
this is where we need to be
enough of this constant shuffling between
supposed popularity and incessant conformity
we are each an individual unique force to be reckoned with
a concert in your lips, concealed with a kiss
a love for trust is what I lust for above all else
stacking my sorrows on a lengthening shelf
I miss the simpler life I had when I didn't know people of this callous nature existed.
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"Let me in!" she screams pounding on the gate as the flood water rises above her ankles. Panic grips her mind and her quivering body, always afraid of vast and empty oceans. Her brother dangled her off the back of a burning yacht as a child. None of us recover from our childhoods.
