Tears of weight droop down with a slow nature, like molasses they cover my mind
Fatigue is my motivation and challenge my ammunition
Turning to the sky with my head tilted high, a gesture that no longer provides relief
Any such superficial movement now sends to grief, and quickly it arrives
Like an orange moon that hangs in the night sky, seemingly larger than the night before
An emotion is born and glides through the hue of integrity and promise
Soaring, the wings of climate trail a rush of wind, it blows through our hair and grazes the skin
Shivers enter from my spine to my lips as my knowledge is quick to snap it's whip
Survival is a monument that we must not dare let free for what more important to live
Even if you are to live in a dream, a bad dream, is survival really the key
From the clouds to my toes like my readiness to hope, an expansive confusion that only seems to grow
What fever has become from this tow, I climb up high to find new lows
A robot she called me, an inexplicable reason that I refrain from speech
Misunderstood, as my patience turns weak
There's no sympathy and I do not seek it
I wallow isolated in vines which I slice with a machete
Forever to not be defeated
