april 26, green robes and all the madness.

most days I want my thoughts silenced.

I dont want/ shouldn't try to build anything

not now anyways.

I dont want to go

to college

I dont want to distribute global waste

on the days of my youth

punch them into the air

watch them catch fire.

my streets

are concrete

and there hardly is anything green

and I feel

whatever I built

in my early teens

deceased.

I still want

to fuck fear

in the face

burn more perception

to ashes and waste

hold your paths

burn them under my feat

I dont want to dream

I just dont want to be

like you

and my poetry

may never

most likely

never

go anywhere

but I hardly care

because I'l glue my ass to a seat

read

till my insides glow

and fear seeps

into curiosity

so right now

I think I might laugh a little

at your attempts

if I weren't crying

because

they're working.