no one ever understands,
toppling over each other sometimes like monte and his betrayer,
people dont understand how we work,
like two high mountains, each of us thinking the other is taller,
sometimes we choke, pass out from the thin air,
until we are reduced to rubble, silent,
ears against a sea shell we hear the silent buzz of our freedoms,
jealousy of the masses.
people want what we have, never regarded,
thrown back to the sea.
a sound clap and suddenly it's sinking under the chaos of the waves,
lower it goes with each second,
and as it descends through the constant fight of the ocean
we walk on,
we leave our footprints gently pressed in the sand,
but even those too will soon be gone.