We're the most alone while in a crowd
We're bloated the most when there isn't room for yet a toothpick on a table
Our most elder comes into being after oppressing our youngest. And when our youngest is ready to give up a limb, they grow!
The safest place are those arms.
Insecurity is the name given to love even when love is still present.
The one with the most patience will pull teeth, wheras the least patient will drum fingers on a table.
While our most faithful will shy to gaze into a mirror, the one yelling "We don't exist" will catch them in the air.
Our blind see. The unblind don't even look.
While our masters free our binds, those killed for freedom will spit on the graves of those who died for freedom.
While the bravest don their armor, our most cowardly will hiding behind a lanky tree.
We run to those who scream the loudest. Perhaps it's the silent ones who are suffering more, we cannot know.
We hear the most in pure silence. The deafest is the one who talks the most.
Those content with less always have a store under the pillow. One who puts palms into another palm will bleed.
Widths to heights, heights to widths..
The ones with sight are blind, and while our blind are laughing, I get very bored..
We're bloated the most when there isn't room for yet a toothpick on a table
Our most elder comes into being after oppressing our youngest. And when our youngest is ready to give up a limb, they grow!
The safest place are those arms.
Insecurity is the name given to love even when love is still present.
The one with the most patience will pull teeth, wheras the least patient will drum fingers on a table.
While our most faithful will shy to gaze into a mirror, the one yelling "We don't exist" will catch them in the air.
Our blind see. The unblind don't even look.
While our masters free our binds, those killed for freedom will spit on the graves of those who died for freedom.
While the bravest don their armor, our most cowardly will hiding behind a lanky tree.
We run to those who scream the loudest. Perhaps it's the silent ones who are suffering more, we cannot know.
We hear the most in pure silence. The deafest is the one who talks the most.
Those content with less always have a store under the pillow. One who puts palms into another palm will bleed.
Widths to heights, heights to widths..
The ones with sight are blind, and while our blind are laughing, I get very bored..
