• The way things step
    They glide and fall
    And somehow in the falling become closer than ever

    The way things are ugly
    They’ve destroyed natural beauty
    Replaced it with cheap fabric that rustles as they walk… nowhere

    The way things forget
    They live, for real
    Live so much that oxygen loses its importance

    The way things become rich
    Love and openness
    People and Divinity lift up a soul, turn the soil, make a thing whole

    The way that things create
    Their mind is so great
    That it wanted to be seen.

    The way things want to die
    They write shitty poetry
    And break the lines to fool the reader when all they want is to sound like Conor Oberst.