nothing more or less
lies within ourselves
A child's claim to difference
those blue eyes won't hold up their end
bird right beside my window
your whims
dark air burns, brightness strips colour away
I want the reach that they've got
I need strength to win
nobody's there to give their hand
crossed out lines of will
dictate them into slabs
do what you're best at, talents divide
I'll watch you drown through your years