Apr 02, 2008 21:50
i’ve grown so tired of waking to bricks
their patterns enrage me
and render me with envy
their solidity can withstand a hurricane
the big bad wolf will fail
with it’s huff puff blow
their presence is unwavering
how dare they mock
my pebbles my straw
how dare their audacity
their coarse apathy
their carelessness of whether or not
there is rain or shine
oh, I envy them
I will burn and peel
in the sun while they bathe and bake
i want to break them and smash them
but without proper tools
i’m left to merely lay my cheek
to the grit and think about what time it is
I can’t stand my own skin
a will has left me ready, but in hiatus
I could find a way through but I’m not sure
will I be ok if there is nothing?
can I still brush my teeth in the morning if for once
i crush those unwavering, fettering protectors?
i long for your trespassing
no matter of smoke or endless ash