the world around me is always shattering
I've never had a foothold that kept me from falling
the glass ceilings laid out before me always crack
not tumbling but flying without direction
a roller coaster of emotions and thoughts
spiraling up
then slamming full tilt at the ground
caught only in the last moment before the crash
just to reach that ceiling again
reality is a prospect that few want to live
better off in the worlds in our heads
no one there can tear us down
or build us up, just to disappoint
the world is a garbage heap of unheard prayers
and unshed tears swirling in a hailstorm of screams
too focused on our own selfish needs
no one can see, we are too little of what we need
wanting and longing left in the place of the future
