Beyond this carrot,
Above the activism of the perfect world you keep under your bed
With rainbows on the ceiling and ponies flying across the wall
In the endless platform between the many trains we take unknowingly
The shame that binds every moment we fake unwillingly
And all for what?
For what is beyond this carrot.
In the arms of the stranger that you once denied.
The gentleman you turned your face from.
The prince you told your son to avoid.
The religious nutcase, the atheist without a choice
All the children who are yearning to be fed only by you.
Now look again,
Look again under your bed,
It is beyond this carrot.
Well it started as a game
Using pleasure, using pain
We got higher and higher that way
But it didn’t work today
Even though it felt so right
Nothing’s permanent in life
So it’s useless to hold on so tight..
"What seems to us serious, significant and important will, in future times, be forgotten or won’t seem important at all."