life is just a maze
a puzzle like the living
we grow like trees
but are the trees giving

we grow tall
teeth like leaves fall
blood red like a meatball
just like the leaves off a tree in fall
some are straight up like skeeball
some are curved and different
we want to be above like a seagull
and yet we're so insistent
on bringing others down like "I'M SIGNIFICANT"
my mother told me I was gifted
and we're all hypocrites
but we can be forgiving
but we will never give up
this win is not for giving
so we lie awake
pondering "what are the chances?"
life is giving me these questions
but I don't know how to answer
so we look and it's another game of hide and seek
but answers hide like tongue in cheek
you'll find out if you just speak

up
they tell me
why are you so quiet?
long hair, you must be so defiant
and we hate those ******* judgments
but we make them too
most people are made of glass
you can see right through
but the answers are condensation
you cant see, can you?
we make assumptions
wanting them to be the truth

there'll always be a mystery
people ask "what's the point of living?"
wait and you'll see
answers aren't for giving