what are you,
a husk of what the world demands,
their expectations and beliefs,
but not all is them
Some are your expectation,
but where are they coming from,
what wastelands are these lunatic ideas from,
spawning an undue end.
Psyche of yours,
moulded through hammers of plenty,
in the fire of false pretenses,
is any of you even real
Do you see the small hints,
your true self, the loathful one,
how long will you sustain such ignorance,
false faces on dead ideas
granting their wish to bring down,
with the grace and might of a maggot,
soul of yours will forever question
where do they start and when you end
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
what are you,
a husk of what the world demands,
their expectations and beliefs,
but not all is them
Some are your expectation,
but where are they coming from,
what wastelands are these lunatic ideas from,
spawning an undue end.
Psyche of yours,
moulded through hammers of plenty,
in the fire of false pretenses,
is any of you even real
Do you see the small hints,
your true self, the loathful one,
how long will you sustain such ignorance,
false faces on dead ideas
granting their wish to bring down,
with the grace and might of a maggot,
soul of yours will forever question
where do they start and when you end
when you start questioning what you really want and what the world wants you to desire