When the whole day doesn’t fit inside
When tummy and chest make you to hide
When balancing seems impossible
When tears brim with every cup full
So easily it seems we go on attack
So easily for nothing can get it all back
So why do do we lament, why do we mourn, why do we hurt and why do we scorn?
We are an immune system, not just within, challenging substances
Science on a whim.
Rashes, reactions, bruises and pains
Desensitize the working of the brain
Growing, connecting, cleaning within
Brain, he’s foraging for usefulness, a kin. Older and older with tarnishing rust,
Suddenly, it built up,