Abattlefield of ssecrets and spies
U still alive out there?
Somewhere in the world.
Devoid of meaning
In meaningless existence.
That we atribute value to,
Just to have a motive
To keep going on.
Despite all the pain
And the suffering endured.
But why do I even bother askind?
I already know you'r response.
"I'm good, what about you?"
Oh only if we wouldn't hide ourselves
Our pain, our worries, our feelings.
"I'm also good"
But what am I even talking about?
It's the blind leading the blind.
A dance of words and feelings,
Every convo's a battlefield
In society's domain.
A battlefield of secrets and spies,
Of words and gestures,
Of logic and feelings.
If only we could trust each other,
With our truest selves,
But society taught us otherwise
To not be a burden upon someone else.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
Abattlefield of ssecrets and spies
U still alive out there?
Somewhere in the world.
Devoid of meaning
In meaningless existence.
That we atribute value to,
Just to have a motive
To keep going on.
Despite all the pain
And the suffering endured.
But why do I even bother askind?
I already know you'r response.
"I'm good, what about you?"
Oh only if we wouldn't hide ourselves
Our pain, our worries, our feelings.
"I'm also good"
But what am I even talking about?
It's the blind leading the blind.
A dance of words and feelings,
Every convo's a battlefield
In society's domain.
A battlefield of secrets and spies,
Of words and gestures,
Of logic and feelings.
If only we could trust each other,
With our truest selves,
But society taught us otherwise
To not be a burden upon someone else.