An agglomeration of accomplishments
Trophies enameled with false hope
And worth their weight in insignificance
They keeping piling up endlessly
Scatter them around this ice-cold structure we call home
So we can marvel at the sight of them
In our blissful illusion
Let the realism invade our psyches
To claim it’s rightful place.
Tethered to this pedestal
The highest I have ever seen
It is a long way down this precipitous slope
I want to descend
Then smash it to smithereens
Finger nails peeling off
As I scratch away at the wall
To tear it down so I can flee
Out
Of this womb of perpetuated cloistered existence.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
An agglomeration of accomplishments
Trophies enameled with false hope
And worth their weight in insignificance
They keeping piling up endlessly
Scatter them around this ice-cold structure we call home
So we can marvel at the sight of them
In our blissful illusion
Let the realism invade our psyches
To claim it’s rightful place.
Tethered to this pedestal
The highest I have ever seen
It is a long way down this precipitous slope
I want to descend
Then smash it to smithereens
Finger nails peeling off
As I scratch away at the wall
To tear it down so I can flee
Out
Of this womb of perpetuated cloistered existence.
