Watching and Living

I am from a conflicted odyssey, I'm from "Don't do as I do, just do what I preach", "Observe the words that your colleagues speak." Separated from society, split into twins born for aristocracy. One born in the light, and another born in poverty. And these two twins, people try to grasp, try to read. And it bothers me, because they try to see, the honest deep, side of me but climb and reach until the vine release. Falling, killed by your curiosity. Trappers stay silent, and disguise to catch their prize to eat. Those that project, supply the dog and the lion's feasts. The prey wanna be predators, but gather up food for the real predators, the real beasts. Hard to assimilate it until people start dying at your feet.