we are having fun
picnics for hell
not worried
climbing bean stocks with our tails

as far as we go
we hold on
tightest grip around hope
avoiding change at all cost

we will never fall
floating on clouds
enjoying the conveniences
taking for granted the limbs that help us

dreams evaporating
the higher we climb
bees in the sky
leeching life for fun

they screech with there wings
brushing up against our legs cutting deep
big radiated eyes that burn souls for free
twice our size they scream

"how can it be
that your happy
when you have nothing
to show happiness for

dreams don't exist here
just perspiration of your soul
as you grow old
prepare to die slow"

I say no
we are so much more
you will not scare me
i am here to fight

die i might
die i will
its okay as long
as i am dieing with thrill