I laugh in the eyes of all the passer bys

Trying to buy their time in the next promise land..

With one command of the demand…

They all shift then bend,

Like clay

Then pretend

They never wanted structure…

Hating anything with structure…

Whether it be given to someone else

or self fabricated on their own…

because their eyes are so used to seeing envy

They cannot show to love to anybody…

anymore.