Leaving, leaving, always leaving
There she goes again skipping through the woods dodging trees and leaping over the poison plants
Nipping the tail of her dreams.
People flood this earth
No land left untouched, no hand left unhealed.
Building, building, always building
They build their mansions on the hill side for others to look up at and envy.
But we know what really goes on behind those double french doors
Pour me a latte
I don't even like the taste but I will tighten my lips and suffer through it just to fit in.
Seeing, seeing, Nobody is seeing
the whole world acts like they had their eyes scratched out
The infection grows, infect my mind, infect my life
Then sell me the antidote at a steep unreachable price.
A collection of words that come to mind and travel down my arm and onto the paper.
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