Are you running away or coping?
Masking the pain or odeing on dopamine Screaming in a forest
flowing with the waves of a lake
I wasnt opaque
yet still, they couldnt forget it,
after all the lessons,
progression glimmering like a necklace
or a noose.
we dont rely on the crowds prospective
turn off the news,
what’s new to them isnt new to us.
Turn on the blues, because brokenness has become dangerous.
Running away, yet still I’m down.
Take off your shoes because all around us is holy ground He wasnt looking when I was found