shelter

separation from everything. you boarded up your mind, with whatever you could find. you chose shelter over the storm, so you could still smile. you thought hiding from the truth, would be worthwhile. i'd rather be awake and fight the misery. i'll waste away if i stay asleep in my apathy. i'm not satisfied, trapped in a lie, locked inside, self-defiled, mental suicide, i see further and i feel more finely, and if that burden be the curse, with which i must walk the earth, it's a price worth paying. does the body rule the mind?, or does the mind rule the body?, i think i finally know. we have to fold something to make ends meet, we're backed into a corner, and forced to live on our knees. they shun those who think, and silence those who speak. but fuck authority, leaders make us weak. shelter your mind, for a little while, from the cold, truth outside. evacuate.