'reality'
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We insure our insecurities by dubbing
these things dreams in the first place.
I’m pulling and tugging at the strings
why is life the way it is?
I wake up everymorning expecting, doing, partaking, in the same actions
There seems to be a routine in our minds.
But, in reality routine is dangerous.
why is life the way it is?
I wake up everymorning expecting, doing, partaking, in the same actions
There seems to be a routine in our minds.
But, in reality routine is dangerous.
Oh, little dreamer,
Your eyes full of stars
And heart of wishes
While you rest
Do the constellations
Act out your wildest imaginations
The girl that was me is no longer me
The girl that was me always wanted to sing and dance
But the older she got the reality she saw was only a dream
I think I might stay in my bedroom today my mother didn’t tell me when you stepped out you’d be a needle in a stack of needles, polished metallic grey ripped enough to poke the earth and sadistic enough to watch it bleed.
Bitter and hot, the coffee slides down her throat.
Soft, tired eyes stare at nothing.
A distant intimacy envelops her.
A mother scrubs at a stain on a shirt.
We belong if we wear our masks,
We belong if we act like we arent stuck in the body we are in,
We belong but only if we hide our flasks,
We belong if we tell everybody where we have been,
I talk about Protest, they think that I’m just adding more stress
But I cannot stop because We need progress
