Falling into the trap of significance
Pretending to see layers that don’t exist
Giving you reason to exist
On this tiny ball of insignificance.
Telling innocent people to conform
Learning geniuses to draw in the form
Blinded by gigantic cold shadows
Inside the teacher’s dorm.
This is a must
If you don’t conform
It’s must be a cross
All making a fucked up fuss.
Unlearn the rules and see beyond the game
See beyond the pain of the significance fame
It gives them power
It gives them control
It makes them feel special, you know.
Into this delusional state
Be great and bend the rules to your debate.
This is what – will make you significant
When all that’s left, is an insignificant murmur of opinionated rust.
Main Photo by John Jason