The leaves whistled in the breeze, a silly and happy tune.
Enjoyment of a most glorious feeling
Celebration at its longest,
dragging for days upon end.
The celebration was so joyful, so wonderful,
So careless.
The leaves finally felt it.
The feeling was familiar.
Dread.
The fruit was growing again and it was too late.
The fruit would plague them all,
Make them work harder, produce more,
Make them all traitors to each other.
The numbness would kick in soon.
Absence of sensation, powerless against the new leaders.
What would come of them?

The fruit were now ripened and relishing.
Controlling the leaves.
And just when hope was almost gone,
When only one leaf was praying for mercy from their savior.
It came.
The huge figure came and took the fruit away.
The leaders’ final crack of mercy pronounced them dead.
Someone announced a party and the foolery began.

The leaves will never learn.

There once was a man who travelled in time
He gladly left his home for adventure
And found it doing scientific crime.
He was called a prophet and avenger.
They easily became his profession.
He dealt swift justice regarding the past,
Leaving to some a confused impression.
His large amount of deeds was unsurpassed.
He was hooked to the future like a dream.
The world was his and he had all options,
and nothing was grander than his esteem,
but one desire consumed him like toxins.
He wanted his close companions to brag
But he no longer knew future from past.

Let’s play pretend
Because we don’t actually hate people
C’mon…
You’re just jealous
You know who I’m talking about
They’re better than you
Don’t be proud
Admit it
You’re not perfect

Let’s play pretend
Because you don’t want to seem scared
Let’s slap every one of them in the face
C’mon…
Let’s get ‘em where it hurts
Stab them in the back and twist the knife slowly
So it rains red
Because prevention is always the best policy

Let’s play pretend
Because that one kid is seriously irritating
C’mon…
They’re breathing your air
Wasting your time
Let’s insult them
Throw them to the ground with our threats
And kick them in the ribs with everything they despise about themselves
Let’s send tears down their eyes and embarrass them until they find suicide a viable option

Let’s play pretend
Because I’m not really mad that we’re childish,
I’m not furious at our cruel society--
I’m not freaking out because it’s so unfair--
I’m not trembling because I’m about to explode--
I’m not seething at the fact that everyone finds it so inconsequential--
And I am not raging at the fact that we destroy people’s lives for petty reasons such as envy, fear,
Or because you’re on a power trip--

So let’s play pretend
Because we’re not mature enough to hate people for real reasons.