Brooks Was Here

Is this not a test of a will to overcome? A burden placed upon us not meant for weaker ones. Still, never letting go of this cognitive dissonance. Bewildered beyond belief. We're shuffled in the bourgeois. Craning our necks just to see them never letting go. Of our necks while our backs are pressed against the cold concrete and i don't wanna live like that. I wanna forget all the times I've wasted on feeling so fucking miserable. Its a feeling that never gets old it just spreads its roots and grows. Never letting go. There is a constant disconnect where the ground meets the sky. A deafening silence where the two collide like you and I. At our necks while our backs are pressed against the cold concrete and I don't wanna live like that but they are never letting go