Why do we all want to be the top,
When we can't see more - inch way?
Our bubbles that still haven't popped,
With ignorance, they'll inflate.
But there's limits to our space,
So when pushes comes to shoves,
They'll pop me inbetween,
With no hope for any dream.
Oh, how I wish I could play the brass,
To tremble off the throne their *ss, (can't find a better word there)
To show that we all have emotions,
That are kindling in our souls.
The indifference of rumbling brasses,
Gave no love - Only longing lasts,
Just a heart tearing machine,
We hope to have never felt.
Plz give a comment if you find anything wrong or if anything does not make sense. - I'll work on it!