One day I had enough of it, on that day I made a list,
A list of pros, a list of all the things I should be glad to have, a list to remind me
And at the end of that list I wrote: “Note to self: Others would kill for less”
On that day I fed my feet to the worms as an appetizer for what they won’t get alive.
I fed them my feet so I had to stop running away,
So I had to sit still and be content with what I have, until the walls started caving in.
But fuck walls and all the other clichés, I’m not afraid of walls:
I’m afraid of people, I’m not afraid of what they might do, I’m afraid of what they won’t do,
I’m not afraid of walls, I’ve never been, I’m afraid of people,
(I’m not afraid of what they might think,) I’m afraid of what will never come to their minds,
(I’m not afraid of walls, I’ve never been I’m not afraid of what’s done,
I’m afraid of what just happens) and so I sat in fear.
And for one year I sat there and watched history play rise and fall,
Watched it save kings and sacrifice pawns
But today I don’t need to see more, it’s enough,
Enough “being” not “becoming”, enough contentedness, enough sleepwalking,
Enough friends, enough grinning suits, enough
I don’t need to see more to stand on new feet and to set fire
To all the things I should be glad to have.
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