Waking up day by day
In a world that is so beautifully
Broken, bending, believing
Salvation has the shape of a uniform jacket
1 size fits all, each
Making them pray to a big lie under a veil
Confess, confirm, cut off your layers
The shoe doesn't fit - you don't fit!
A piece out of growth for growth's sake
Stitched with thread spun from long-fibered greed
Not enough, the fabric whispers
On every attempt of wear, tear
Meanwhile,
Someone out there ambitiously
Tending to solve the riddle
By wearily trying to make means to endings
Down in their lonely puddle, not understanding
That there is no such thing
As de-finite finish lines
In a life where death is the source of new soil.
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