Foreal lol

Grimey this time
Spinning while everything inclines
The lines are blurred
I cannot define

Mixtures, textures; feels are so real
We’re always so exposed
The world starts to kill
Expiring, and in rhythms still

They cut down the trees
We plant the seeds
Into the minds
It’s the illusions they feed 

The walls are high
We sit here patiently
Luxury in the acceptance
Emancipation happens incredulously