It started as a whisper
Then it soon did grow
No point in changing pitcher
It will still overflow
Cause from the source of all you hate
Comes the life that you can’t shake
Do something and not pretend
That which is born cannot end
You might think stars are your master
Or maybe that gods await
But truth is you are a victim
The one that has its soul innate
So realign with the core now
Shout from the very top
Mountains are not a playground
And what you have is all you got
But that doesn’t mean a thing here
Much like this empty pose
It is just manufactured fracture
Darkness down a different road
It started as a whisper
Then it soon did grow
No point in changing pitcher
It will still overflow
Simon A Jackson - Writer 