Give more.

To feel pleased

Give more.

To feel secure.

Gifts always push to the brink

Gifts that comes with dispare

Dispare that tells lies (truth)

Lies become belief

Grabs the pulsating heart

With forever judgment

In which in return,

It’s always nothing.

As it always seems.

Where to go

Where to live

Will it make one feel complete?

Will it still be present

Try to not listen the lies that within creates

There is nothing there

One should always accept

One should always find the way

To push and to struggle.