we came to be

formed by the hands of a cruel god

a narcissist shaping us to his will.

we disobeyed,

fled from the oppression of the suffocating sky.

how do we exist?

when we escaped the narcissist

how did we keep him at bay?

how do you pacify

the universe?

with existential dread

haunting our paragraphs and

breaking the lead of our pencils,

and a society built on wisps of ideas

rather than solid ground

how can we walk through our ranks

without falling through the clouds

that hold us up?

we came to be

formed by the hands of a cruel god,

shaped in his image

our psyches tainted by his narcissism

for all eternity.

and we only survive because we disobeyed

otherwise we'd surely drown

in conformity.