01/18/2026
Taking the wheel of a wayward vessel
Doing the job I never signed up for
Suffocating fumes rise up from the pipes
To drown out the sun like every time before
Fire feeding fire destroys the forest
Where once there was peace and soft music
Hanging on the wire, eternally nervous
They see the weakness and they abuse it
No more time to create my own path
The space has been strangled with voices of violence
There is no more room for the past’s simple laughter
Because all that can now be afforded is silence
