• thefourthbox 2w

    Quicksilver

    Your soul is bleak
    The want, The need weak
    To continue? Why? Forever
    Shall you not matter
    The soul, Heavy

    Keep Going forward
    You can do it. Onward
    Rule the world? Sure I can
    Do it. I'm the best I am
    The soul, Aspirational

    Grey monotone
    For you cannot attone
    sins for which you cannot feel
    Wondering, doesn't feel real
    The soul, flippant

    Back and forth
    Sad , such mirth
    weird , a light switch
    On and off so much
    The soul? Like Quicksilver