do you know how it feels to be shrinking ?
to be falling short of everything asked ?
to become smaller
and smaller
every fucking day?
"in the end the only steps that matter are the ones you take all by yourself."
i have no legs.
no walking.
no steps.
i'm idle.
lonely.
and fucked in the head.
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole.
We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul.
And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won.
We must run, we must run, we must run.