i want to take you by the shoulders and shake you hard.
i want to make you realise that this road you are taking
isnt all it seems to be
although you claim it sets you free
i see it going nowhere, see you going nowhere
how youre gonna break down if you dont stop and turn around
please just listen to me
see it in my point of view will you?
take my hand and we can go another way
or it will be a spiralling quicksand
its gonna suck you under
when i lose sight of you
beneath all your worries and anxieties and your indifference.
yes your indifference.
because its just like mine.
but we cant fly like the paper planes
which we throw out of the window
in careless hope
where we carry on it our shortlived faith
even just for one moment
just like every other literature lesson
and we break down crying
for we dont bend, we break.