You break yourself
To make yourself.
We hate to know what love feels like.
We jump to realise the fall.

Is more like a call.

Attention to detail
Feels more like a crawl.

Of an ant
Zoning out

The surface
Pouring out

Melted sugar
White and warm

Our sky is barren
Factories torn

Like papers

We are haters
Of capitalism
And its makers

Who sleep after stealing
Freedom from us all

We dive into
The slavery that’s born

Into our society
To rule us all.

One fine day
When nothing remains

You can skip office
To walk in the rain

No more emails
No more phone calls

Just you in a world
With stars
That come from


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