“You shouldn’t be happy, why are you?” Your path has been decorated with thorns, cacklers, and narcissists. Why do you still go on? Your lips have been laced with poison. why do you still speak the truth? Your hair has been bound by lies, why does it still grow to the heavens? “You should be afraid, why aren’t you?” You’ve been towered over by infrastructures that will crumble. Guided by a lighthouse that leads ships to their captivity. Followed by…
