broken pieces

For what I’ve seen and what I’ve looked for
This seems more and less intense
Disregarding the obvious
We’re all oblivious to everything
To start is to end
One can count the stars but will never be satisfied
Inceptions and traditions are a necessary evil
Genocide will keep holding us back
Truth is blind, black is the opposite of what is thought and what is expected
Push me back in my head
Imprison me within
For I am not the person to blame
To ask questions
To be alive
Interfere with our own
Fall, shatter, ridicule
So many broken pieces