ᒋᐸᐩ - poems

magic spiral

i'm so tired of this place
a room of paper, coins and bills
where everyone around me says
"you're doomed here for eternity!"

the forest's where i want to live
that balance, magic spiral
hunting rabbits, catching fish
god, my only owner

but when i finally have it:
that life i thought i wanted
they'll come and say "we need that land
for cages, oil, bitter food"

i'm so tired of this cave
of robots, answering machines
who mock us when we're drowned
and sing "where's your employment now?"