I almost thought I could stop life from happening, but I can at most spend the spirits that fill my cup, wherever I stand I'll be wrong, there will be conflict, and life is doomed to happen, and as the cookie crumbles, although I'll deny it under the sunlight, I could actually be evil, and as the sun and the moon weigh my sin, who I am, my reflection under each question, along the line, the river waiting along the valley, my bare feet may already be dipped into them, crackers and chicken soup, shake and stir, a vanilla milkshake, the ocean waves push and pull, my head bowed, the shadow of my father, I understand and I know to obey, my mother calls, and my knees shake, the weight, as I bear the pressure, under the sun and the moon, I am but a man, and I will crumble, a puppet as strings pull, the heart of a warrior, the obedience and love of a slave, the stars watch, looking for my brothers, they turn their heads, a fruit passes, who picks it up, and will they pass, blending into the shadows, I wait for the night to pass…

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