show me the way


and i'll follow


show me love


and i'll accept it


but show me malice


and all hell will escape


try not to carry all your burdens at once since


the bird builds its nest step by step


and finds itself within his natural habits


but i shout to them to help me find myself


but i am met with plastic smiles and false reassurances


with icing and promises that wring me into


a trance that lets me believe them.


i scrape the inside of my soul to grab a silver


of life to grow and fondle over


but i find nothing.


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