It's been said 1.0

It’s been said
“The end was here before
It’s better just to fold”
You see the problem?
I heard
It’s not worth fighting for
It’s never worth the fall
I agree

Maybe it’s me
But planted puzzles in your bed
All about books you’ve never read
They never pardon

It comes through gallops in your head
The feelings echo till you’re dead
Then they don’t matter

And I can’t
Act like I should care
About politics and air
When they are there

Maybe it’s me
But from the height of my treehome
You all look clueless, all alone
And never free

It may sound beautifull to see
All the things your garden springs
But not for me

Perhaps all I need to see is the sunrise
All I need to hear is the cry

Don’t they all look like they know (what they talk about) x3