“the games, the WARS”

 Let's allow art; the crutch of self expression

 or the only way it can manifest

 let's relinquish all heavy lifting of this life

 & propose a new ideal

 let's act like the furthest version of ourselves

 as if we all aren't standing in line for hell

 in this mess of modernity 

we are all stuck cleaning up after one another

  we; us; grateful for the scraps of our time

 thankful for what's left of our life 

hemorrhaging our happiness is a daily occurrence 

 yet we think nothing of it

 yes… after all is said & done

  the games 

the wars 

have all been won 

& yet we have nothing to show for it