2d
Do you ever feel
Like you're a bug?
I mean
Think about it
They get punished
For just existing
And in the world we live in
We are born in to this madness
With the only escape
Being death
Bugs come in all different shapes and sizes
Still bugs nonetheless
But when we see an ant just minding it's business
We step on it
And when we see a butterfly
we take a picture
Bugs get squashed
By people
People get squashed
By people
Do you see what I mean?
Like you're a bug?
I mean
Think about it
They get punished
For just existing
And in the world we live in
We are born in to this madness
With the only escape
Being death
Bugs come in all different shapes and sizes
Still bugs nonetheless
But when we see an ant just minding it's business
We step on it
And when we see a butterfly
we take a picture
Bugs get squashed
By people
People get squashed
By people
Do you see what I mean?
Maybe not the most poetic thing, but a thought I had.
(This note was written by a light that could not turn on, but you thought you could turn it on when you wanted to. Is that enough?)
(This note was written by a light that could not turn on, but you thought you could turn it on when you wanted to. Is that enough?)
