the fibers tear into your skin
and it’s never been so taut
and when your life depends on this
everything you’ve worked for
you’ve earned
and when it breaks
well, darling,
you fall
i guess that was how it was designed
and you tumbled
you
you fell
you tumbled down
we see a smile
you wipe a tear
how did you get here?
didn’t you make all the right moves?
maybe your ego’s met its equal
in the moldly bricks
that now entrap you
but there isn't water rising
there isn't water rising but
something is
and
you're drowning
you're drowning still
in arrogance
in comfort
in anxiety
in certainty
in self-sacrifice
in religion.
at least from here
you can only
look in one direction
up.
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