you never wrote me back
but i've heard so much more
the writings in the wall
contradicting thoughts before
and with the spinning revelation
true colors were revealed
and i've fallen in a happy place
i don't have a line

assume that these words
are in a ball, in the trash
but when their dreams have been described
they are speaking much too fast
unintelligible and dimwitted
they're the birds that escape
and we're safely sleeping
dreaming at our own pace

am i strong enough to support?
feeling weighed down and demeaned
accused of being scared
when i just enjoy screaming
but i hear their mouths flapping
blandly flying towards the sun
it's been 12 claps and a crash
4 weak mindstates, good days, a good month