Our ancestors tried
to make us perfect,
yet defiance
feels ultimate.
Punishments are worthwhile.
Smell fear
One scream.
Remember,
without dreams,
life is blind
I wonder,
are rain droplets
afraid to fly?
But what can you do,
when you’re stuck
in an inescapable moment?
Whiskey violence.
Falling hard,
pain rushes.
It’s a downward spiral.
The world flips.
An umber knife
will cut deep,
but we are strong.
Not perfect,
but who is?
With this on my mind
I can never stop smiling.