I feel like this world is closing in on Specific parts
Neglecting areas of worth just for the sake of proving a point
caring enough to point this out...That's not my for-tay

Irrelevent on how i feel, let's Take time to analyze the public

Barried underneath our Exoskeletons are vast Corridors leading to various other layers
each Omitting it's own Mood

Itching to be scratched at

Narrow, wide
Grand, bland
Heavy, light

All different directions, different people

Reeling over used footage for the occasional new sentiment
Don't you think it's becoming a bit complicated? Even so...
Realistic values are still values nontheless

up For the individual mind to decide

Originally, an opinion would be thought of as an argument
but, in some ways, we've grown

Rounding up thoughts, significant or not
tampering with the minds of the world

Yearning to find Out whether thinking in Unison is beyond us
though not Guaranteed, Under our need to be independent is a need to be dependent

Yarn So Tangled and intertwined
comes undone by pulling a single strand

Out with it, are we similar
Or maybe these strings i'm pulling are straws?




© Marah Schneider