We lose who we are
In and out of ourselves
Force and vulnerability
What we sell has no value
What we give is close to heart
We lose our map
Life is a basket
Desires those fancy wrapper bars
Filled with chocolate or sweets
Sense of luck
The door opened
Invited we walk inside
But once inside we are lost
My hands don't want to leave the wheel
My foot the pedals
Losing myself
Life is a vase of red wine
Euphorias and hangovers
abundance and addiction
symbols so exhausting
Balance sweet balance
We lose ourselves chasing solutions
That don't change the underlying problem
So we keep walking on a path already paved
Defaced with graffiti like the words confusion
Like the words no direction
Even the trees that line the path
Branches point toward phantom destinies
Not gracefully but awkwardly
Let me just raze it all
Warm myself next to flames
build my own path next to the ashes
Mix it all into the cement
Then start paving until I reach the hill
Where my place will be built.
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