no one is going to make something work out for you.
no one is hoping you feel safe or secure.
no one is here to make your path clearer.
no one will navigate the winding corridors for you.
there is no barrel on the horizon to center you.
there is no buoy dinging in the oceansilence.
if you think they've shut it off now,
just wait until the power's been cut.
you are framed in no reverent legacy.
you are the overgrowth,
the overgrown.
