fruition

hi! you know me and I don't know you

can we meet halfway?

where there is some room?

up and down the escalator we will go

beg for the difference, inglorious bold

we eat, we shit, we run to work

beginning of a promotion, that is always absurd

this is life and you are living it 

while some down below think of looking up as impossible

tear at your dress and let them laugh as you stand there

half naked, incomplete always looking for dread 

no moment complete, we rave and we mumble

is this what we have become?

I believe in the entity of unity and just

when time comes to fruition, we will be saved by one self

tear one

tear two

let them begin

they have been castrating me for years

let me think about it again, going round and round

enough to fill a piece of paper

it is all that I have 

a feather and an inkwell

think about when you first went through this conversation

your self

again and again

you look in the mirror

telling yourself it's alright

it's will be

this conversation is over.