From perspective to perception,
the land we see is the path we take,
inhale the air, the exhale is the carbon we take
and with great pride we refuse exertion of the wind
so now tell me where we last landed,
was it ashore, or was it upon nonsense ears that simply ignore?

Lastly the phrase said we started seemed to have a funny way
of ending on its own tributes
she said my life was a waste of her time,
and that if she was a flower, then I picked the wrong dandelion,
as each petal fell cautiously to the floor,
I thought to myself silently that this silent love meant so much more

But resentment is something you can’t hold against someone who left with a snare,
so simple this line kept trapped, I’m sorry if you felt ignored,
as yet you’d come to learn, my perfections were so jot that even the clocks tower fell the need to say something
so why count yourself short when you were so tall standing next to my imperfections?

someday you’ll see the difference between laying there questioning versus the man in power
because the gloves were never exchanged and you still lied to the whole town about who you were inside