The truth can be so straight forward
But our minds don’t only go towards it
Forage in your storage and you can form it
I’m hoping to pour it, the things I conform to
Bend it and will it, preferably to **** it
But they readapt and draft us back
To break the pact our pack stacked
With an attack that retracts
Are they just toying with us?
See our enjoyment then deploy our lament
They morph to storm every door we’re in