Each scathing last chance
within ourselves, hot air
shouldn’t we strive for something real?
Lets let go
all these small bickering emotions
base and baseless, self defeating, repeating
break free, this hate will burn through your hands while you hold it
the harder you hold the more it tears flesh
we’ve heard this all before, why wont we approach the shore?
Yet here we are, we’ve come so far just to arrive where we started