conflict.

And it all comes down to the fact that it doesn’t really matter
That we are just set to accumulate dust and anguish over years
We are set to rally and rage
To impale ourselves on our beliefs
We sit and stand and crouch in anger

Conflict burning deep set wrinkles there
Some internal struggle in your bedroom
Slam the phone down
Storm out the room huffing and puffing

We love this drama
This real-life silver screen
Pounding on our temples like a punch in the head
We have to fight like this to feel reality
Let it engage us and raze our flowery ideas to the ground
Just dust like our bodies
And float away like them too.



P x