when the world shrugs
beneath the feet, the soul
under, your foot my life
the thought of with you
never calls for paper
your not us
we are poor folk
without shame
and capable of before
before the country becomes tonight
a mis tightened clunk in the engine
still not my thoughts
argue, inside alone
argument meant it was already me who won
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
when the world shrugs
beneath the feet, the soul
under, your foot my life
the thought of with you
never calls for paper
your not us
we are poor folk
without shame
and capable of before
before the country becomes tonight
a mis tightened clunk in the engine
still not my thoughts
argue, inside alone
argument meant it was already me who won
the bad side of learning english is zen