everyone is bustling
rustling the bloodied leaves
not knowing
they are draining their conscious
straining their soul
hurting the world
as a whole
by pretending they don't feel
the restlessness
that caresses many of our lives
not looking up
seeming blind
they wont look at the truth
for the fear of a lie
but in the movement
of everyone's terror
content in what is
wrong
I
Feel it
And
I
Surrender