Tiny bubbles inside your soul
Bringing new thoughts to the surface
Thoughts you hadn’t dared to think
‘Til those fatal words were whispered
Contrary to your thoughts
They brought new life
But the new flora is poisonous
You don’t realize this till it’s too late
‘Til you do something stupid
And the truth comes out.
These words were small lies
Dressed up as sheep
You had no reason not to doubt them,
Other than your own instincts.
We deny our link to the animals
So we forget that instincts can save you
Save your heart from dying
From unwittingly committing suicide
By taking the small pill
The pill called hope…