roots

there’s no need to hide there
the jealousy will still have to wake you in the night
it’s solely from our undeniable need
to bond

it’s what happens to the deamons who play with fire
their assurance of a hell is destined only by what they build in their minds
and we’ve built a whole kingdom
complete with foundation but lacking a ceiling
where to go

and that’s fine
this kingdom, we revel in it
you and I, stalling for hours – we’re idoling only because we can
and I love it

this will not be an eternity
but it will be everlasting
it will be cherished, hearts that can’t lose sight of that utopia
no matter how much knowledge may be shared
or whispered
or winked
or waved
or wallowed in

let’s get back to those roots of this
I like the soil where they can grow.