On A Stage

You have time I have not.
Build these mountains without thought.
Carve terrain into a valley.
Too many moments filled with folley.

Beaten down into the dirt.
Sick of every moment filled with hurt.
Bags filled with nobodies;
Like species wide obsessed hobbies.

Glance to your periphery.
Comes prior to the jab to be…
Cure for the itching sting.
Screams in your head are haunting,
And when…
All are born only to be still.
These voices are so loud and shrill.
Damning intent; to the cage!
Feels like I’m pinned upon a stage.

I have time you have not.
Build these mountains without rot.
Carved terrain; its now a valley.
All these moments filled so badly.

Was beaten down ’til I was dirt.
Sick of every union filled with hurt.
Bags stuffed full with bodies.
Violence is our species wide set of hobbies.

Glance to your periphery.
Comes prior to the jab to be…
Cure for the itching sting.
Screams in your head are haunting,
And when…
All are born only to be still.
These voices are so loud and shrill.
Damning intent; to the cage!
Feels like I’m pinned upon a stage.