Spark

Corrupted perception & blurry green eyes.

You think shes insane; even when there not lies.

But what is so honest, in this inhuman way of life?

You choose to solve your problems with words and they’ll still bring a knife.

We’re made up of energy; we choose to ignore---

that we are a grain of sand in the ocean like many before.

So small and so temporary, you want to leave a mark?

Then pick up that pen, and ignite that goddamn spark.