Behind The wall, The dikes, The morals, Sheltered from The world Behind our fear — The ozone’s whole, The waters level, While the climate Keeps on changing.
Half a decade up in letters — Some days fast and vanilla, But usually they're Deeper, thoughtful, And, well, overall better. Either way, thank you For having words with me.
Pulling loose strings of logic, Knowing that they might unravel Life — if not the very fabric Of existence as we know it — Still, not giving a single damn.
Cracks showing, Rot stinking Up to higher heavens, Best before Long gone — Glory wasn't meant to feel So empty. Please, don't tell me I sold my soul For this?
All that matured, Old hurt in new verses — The melody changed, Its meaning remains. Over the years Some words shifted meaning, Their weighted memory Still bearing the pain.
