Don’t believe the eye
01.05.2019
It is not the tip of the iceberg
but the bottom that holds it afloat,
that also which can sink your boat.
The build up of every tear, every fear,
of the feelings you don’t hear.
After all the things he’s done,
which were once fun,
there is no place left to run.
And full of despair
he calls it unfair
as he sinks into his chair.
For could it be the flower that killed the tree,
as it took all of its energy
Or the one that saved it,
as it gave away its seeds
and created a new place
for young birds to feed.
A place much like the old one,
but with knowledge of the past
that left a mark underneath the strong new bark.
Be weary of the edge,
just because your world ends on one side
doesn’t mean that you should throw yourself over the other.
