I Cannot

So painfully stubborn

Zero re-adjustment

No refocus

Just negligent entitlement

Squawking crows on sun-baked rocks

Watching, one by one

As our future is stolen from us

Under claw, torn asunder

By the fading shore

Under claw, torn asunder

There must be so much more

One last request

Choking till faltered breath

One last request

Choking till faltered breath

It's so fucking hot

A not so gentle reduction of thought

This longing for enlightenment

And proof of concept

It's never been more apparent

That we've gotten this all wrong

I don't think

There is valour

In making it

To the other side

With so many that you despise

I don't think

There is valour

In making it

To the other side

With so many that you despise