Fire from stone
I’ll meet you in the afterlife
When our bodies are gone
And all we can do is
f e e l
Esther Sarto
The people will rise
The systems will fall
The future in our eyes
Is only for us to tell
Life is
Hateable
But
Enjoyable
Imagination comes from the future
Morning Paris
I shan’t worry
I shall let it go
Woe is me
I hate being right about everything
In an ever changing world
The only constant
Is
Me
You tell me things like a melody
When I know they are all lies
Lies falling
Falling from your mouth
And hurting where they land
Why were the Gods angry with me
Why did they gift me a fool
A foolish heart
A foolish mind
A foolish life for you
One
Two
Three
Cats walk by
One
Two
Three
Foxes Trot by
One
Two
Three
I can’t say goodbye
Let me live
The way I want to
Let me breathe
Let me stop
Let me come
Let me go
Just let me be
Be what I want
What I desire
What my body so seeks
From the wild winds ashore.
I HATE PEOPLE

