Living in ScareCity


Living in ScareCity the people grab
“I’m doing okay, I’m not too bad”
And in that assumption of only just so
There is an ocean of love that they let go
In not opening hearts, in closing down
There is a child inside they let drown
And consequently the ones outside
(The flesh and bones who are alive)
No longer know how to be
They think this world is not for me
Because no adult ever shows
That water moves as it goes
And rivers are made to run free
If its not them, it’ll have to be me
To break the brisk for once and for all
Here I am and I’ll freefall

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