Us, our lives in hard mode
Born unlucky to grow in a hard way
Systems, eating us alive
Folding us, wrecking our wild
Unbalanced, restless, uptight
Some systems, do not nurture creativity
And i’m a fiercely enduring candlelight
Here, we’re set to overwork,
Until,
We’re up there

She’ll move mountains, she said
Once she’s stable, she believed
Sniffing flowers and leaves
I’m confused, I’m intrigued

And her tone should smell like fresh petals
Her smile should scatter sunbeams and confetti
Here, she bet, all would want to stick around
She’ll flip her thoughts, she’ll bathe verbal sunshine
Right words, and we might all not want to die

Sure she’ll lose what she won’t take care of
She lost one, she lost two
Remorse, regret: She captured, she caught

Hence parties now aren’t just for celebrating
She’d blowout grief, she’d pop some tears
Here, she sings, she drinks, she dances
To forget...

When this world’s mess is mine
When i’m eaten alive by my mind
When it felt like quicksand
You’ll find my elbows bent
Palms up, hands raised
Standing, in a nearby church
Singing, “Ama Namin”
And I’ll live again...

I, who heedfully pick stems
Keeping me in, keeping me in suspense
I, do my all, do my all
And it should excite me