Enough water,
Enough food,
Enough of 1 green tree, too much marbles.
Satisfaction has become your role.
Norms of unsettling, unrealized, fake happiness
are continual, repeat days.
Round and Round.
"What's this?"
...That was there yesterday.
Silent screams escape lips
with every gasp of air.
Struggling Struggle.
Re-Picking the picked.
Floating dreams of rivers, streams.
En-caged, in circled.
Contemplation of giving up
bubbles around your head.
Hundreds of self proclaimed taunting remind
decide.
It's not that bad.
Enough water,
Enough food,
Enough of 1 green tree, too many marbles.
Ghosts of them bounce between glass walls.
Seem as if not even I can leave
after chasing green frees-Dom.
Growing more
more. Enough