Knots (Our lives)

The structure, it seems to present itself in a light fashion

Fashion our lives with the structure hoping to make us stronger

Strong enough to hold our lowered stems of dead plants

Plants die at your expense, expensive to save the earth from destruction

Destruction holds your bid and bet the battle of the beads the bends the broken brains

Brains are our friends but we eat them with our pricked forks

Forking our lungs to perhaps breathe in the helium-tight-laced air that has few holes

Holes of gas

Gas the experience, the life of our ancestors

Ancestors that tried to warn us

Us, the problem

Problems that grieves in their graves

Graves where were heading