PEOPLE

People have never existed
Whatever you think of them is in your head
You’re matter
You’re all that matters
When they’re all gone,
you will be left with your gods
Left to feel the weight of your presence
Left to feel the weight of your absence
When pain meets your skin,
people will be people
None can feel you more than you
You’re the people
They’re people
When you’re a piece of wood in a log at necropolis,
people will remain people
You’ll be left alone to the judgment of maggots
as they wipe their tears dry
No foundation is as strong as that of the people
People have their own to worry about
They’ll desert you when you need you
They’ll tell the truth of your lies
They’ll tell the lies of your truth
They’ll leave when the room is lonely
They’ll fly when the road is thorny
Who can understand you more than you?
Who is you more than you?