SPACE

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The space we inhabit. It's a mess.
 It's crazy and it's poor. We don't give a flys fuck about what you think about it. What you dream about us.
The idea that you determine our life is sad, it's broken its gut wrenching.
We are not constrained by your idea of social cohesion and unity. I meant we will not be constrained by your ideas of unity and social cohesion.

The distances we walk, it's dirty and full of roses.
It's crazy and heavy with bones.
 It's a mess, a forever princess in distress. 
Oh thee checked people, you can shout as loud as you can yet we hear you not.
We hear you not, not because out ears are damaged by your sermons and ideals but because we don't give a flys fuck.
Drown in these sinking sands and fade away into oblivion.

The time we share is not on the continuum.
We don't bond, we don't yoke.
We just pass by each and play pretend.
 We never have forever, yet we act it.
We procrastinate and wish and pray that the time would hold and we go as much as we want, but like a sly fox, it gently slides away.
Caressing us into hope, hope that it would return to our sides.
To warm our beds and prepare our feet for greatness.
Yet, sometimes we overdo the things we can, work late, sleep never, die young and hate the old.

I ask myself if things will ever get better? If I can truly appreciate you and make you see your worth instead of just ranting and breaking out into monologues, my dear Saturday.
If I'm not just passing the time in hope that you would say.
If these nights and days don't feel the same
And the spaces ain't just getting bigger and more broken, my dear Saturday.

Don't worry love, just lie down and let's continue the movie. Everything is going to be alright.