Do not expect to understand and survive,
Every aspect of life is not just to stay alive,
It is meant to be an uncomfortable path of thorns,
Of course, only when we wear our horns.
You see the brightness in the scars of others,
Such an intimate connection with your brothers,
And as the light enters into them,
You are left wanting to be numb.
So we weep as we understand the secret of our lives,
Cause at the end of the line there was only a kind butcher holding his knives,
Whispering in your ears:
“Did you enjoy the ride? Did you welcome your fears?”
And as some live and die with or without hope,
You and I struggle just to cope,
Pretending we did not see the rope,
While it constrict our scope.
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