I Cannot - Intellectual

So painfully stubborn, zero re-adjustment

No refocus, just negligent entitlement

Squawking crows on sun baked rocks

Watching, one by one, as our future is stolen from us

Under claw, torn asunder by the fading shore

Under claw, torn asunder, there must be so much more

One last request, choking on faltered breath

It's so fucking hot

A not so gentle reduction of thought

This longing for enlightenment and proof of concеpt

It's never been more apparеnt that we've gotten this all wrong

I don't think there is valour in making it to the other side

With so many that you despise

I don't think there is valour in making it to the other side

With so many that you despise