tears are as the bloodstream of emotion
worn upon our sleeves composed of ever fading dreams
we try to run and hide
but the babel brimming from inside
has left us inert in a state of stimming terrified
fear becomes the impetus for action
fretting with impetuous assertions not implied
oversized amygdalas have compromised our diligence
resulting in a consequence that cannot be denied
here is where all roads lead to an impasse
heightened insecurities usurp our better vies
intentions corrupted
based on truths since deconstructed
the sanctity of verity now hinges on our pride
ere the era of self-preservation
people showed consideration toward their fellow man
now their sole concern is such
that every bridge is burned
an irony so cruel ensuring our fate is at hand
Max, or Not 