We Are Captives Of What

And You Became Like Coffee, In The Deliciousness, And The Bitterness, And The Addiction.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

We Are Captives, Even If Our Wheat Grows Over The Fences/ And Swallows Rise From Our Broken Chains./ We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.