like modern day
urban gorillas
without military-issue weapons
but instead
stuck in our heads
and throwing gasoline bombs
made of glass-bottled-up wishes
and cloth rags
a volatile cocktail
a recipe for disaster
it’s a jungle in there
whether you seek
order out of chaos
or chaos out of order
both are but a means to an end
the grass always seems greener
in the pastures of our friends
we‘re all just animals in heat
cat-calling defeat
reincarnating onto the same sheet
of the same story
a story that’s been on repeat
on repeat
on repeat
a broken record of melancholy
glorified martyrdom and self-victimisation
the ugliest beasts
in search of mind-numbing meaning
we keep seeking unwarranted reasons
to watch the flames
of gasoline bombs
penetrate our blue skies
we have a thick black smoke of untruths veiling our mind's eye
we are uncouth urban gorillas
in mental flux
our minds out of breath
we have military-issue guards up
trauma-proof suits of steel
that can break bullets
but can’t beat the heat
of blood-rushing
raw vulnerability
we’re scared to be naive
but innocence is bliss
in a world where bliss is overrun
by greed
like modern day urban gorillas
too scared to reveal
the chaos of our logic
and the order of our feels
for we know not better
than to place faith
up against warfare
to detain ourselves
behind colourless bars
of fear-based realities
despite the divine in us,
the inherent creator gods
that we are
a treasured awareness
we laugh off in a mockery
a treasured awareness
laying as a dormant truth
at the bottom of the well
we’re too scared to hit rock bottom into
like modern day
urban gorillas
without military-issue weapons
but instead
stuck in our heads
and throwing gasoline bombs
made of glass-bottled-up wishes
fighting a villain-disguised
fairytale ending.