In this world full of deceit,
Where should they be headed now.
The crazy lovers in love forever,
Where should they be headed now?

The fires are always guarded,
By the watchful eyes of the world,
Those who wish to immolate,
Where should they go and burn?

Those which are hard to recite,
And those that are hard to veil,
Confess, oh poor lonely hearts,
Where should those poems go?

Move. Shift. Effortless.
Leave. Return. Don't.
Return.

Hollow.
Where the love was grown.
Dejected earth.

Cry. Wallow. Fatigued.
Return or Don't.
Return.

The flora found the trashcan.

Have your empty earth.

If I could carry you between my ears
Record my thoughts, my mind, my ways
For an entire day
I would do so without hesitance
And send them your way
Just as I write
That way I wouldn’t have to explain and tell you so
In that particular way