The Scavenger
Scavenger to forage Earth,
A long and dismal hunt,
For I can hardly make a sound
That is somewhere to be found
Prisons for the strongest minds
And baskets for their hearts
For nobody ever wants to see
Beyond their own realities
Some give thanks to each emotion.
I scour at its lies
To pray for one who's noticing
The world beneath the eyes
Feel it as I draw the lines,
My marks left in the dust,
That though the world can shut me out,
I live, I thrive, I must
A long and dismal hunt,
For I can hardly make a sound
That is somewhere to be found
Prisons for the strongest minds
And baskets for their hearts
For nobody ever wants to see
Beyond their own realities
Some give thanks to each emotion.
I scour at its lies
To pray for one who's noticing
The world beneath the eyes
Feel it as I draw the lines,
My marks left in the dust,
That though the world can shut me out,
I live, I thrive, I must