My Friend, I can’t breathe either
The scholar professionals
and smooth-talking humanitarians
lied and are weak
Sold us a false reality cheap
Mass produced in stores
Placed it next to the cashier teasing impulse
I don’t want to share my home with them
So tie my heart in rope and throw it in the sea
Let it sink in
Deep
My toes will touch the ocean floor
I can’t see the surface
It’s cold
but I know a stream
will take me home.
