Feels like living to be an act for a simulation
Losing a morsel of fear and breaking laws
Vicious circles of time don’t travel much
Writing again for some food for thought
Nodding heads in search for brief comfort
To look back to find no reason, then find
Kindlings who have all the answers to make a day
Writing again for some food for thought
Endless desires end on a new page
Squeezing lesser to find more of less
Glass floors of values under threat again
Writing again for some food for thought
I remember, I had something more to say
Whispers about how it’s better to listen
Get eight of ten right and some love to give
Writing again for some food for thought