Just don't want anymore. Face reality.
Face to faces, in the crowd. I'm sleepy
And wary, of all that is. Smile. No longer matters.
Who cares ? No more. I am hurt, by life. How insensitive
It's been to me. Like a brutal beast. It strikes, and strikes me.
Again and again. I am. Those tears. So long and dry.
The merry away. I just don't care. I give in. Life demands
That I give, what she wants. In exchange. For fame and a ring.
Whose shine lustering gold, initiates awe and affection. No more.
Life wants to shape us, tailored made. To replace, that invisible hate
Whom we are: To despise. The strong. Though in doubt. I send away.
Well wishes. To ten like children. Who shall: become men. Smile.
You have to become God, or God-like. Wear him like, water of glow
that many servant shall worhip a turtle. Dressed, as a dove.
For they'll expect a return, for they're knees shatter at every whim
Of weeping's singular smiles. Show them the whiteness.
They: Need to believe, to replace the tailor, of your poorly worn soul.