are you sitting comfortably in your stolen chair.
excellent, right, lets go from there.
are you ready for me to tell you all i know.
are you ready for me to challenge stop when you say go.
i saw the pattern clear as day.
tried to explain it, yesterday.
there’s a logic and a pattern
that describes all things.
from the way the earth moves
to the way that we swing.
when are you going to become
more self-aware.
excellent, right, i don’t know what to wear.
are you ready to leave those teenage years.
are you poised to challenge a world’s primal fears.
when you’re busy stabbing supposed friends in the back
and your fashion is the result of a learned fashion hack.
then you realise you don’t have a soul anymore.
i know exactly what it feels like to have the rug pulled.
i know what it feels like to truly be a fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem