Break down

Does one need to burn down hectors of land in order to stop the heart aching? Intoxicated by coffee we’re still on the other side waiting for the green; they vowed it would show a bit more life this side. Abandoned by happiness we’re stuck in two worlds filled with envy and tenderness; baptised our dreams in coffee we’re up when there’s artificial peace, when individuals call it a night... a quiet world ‘tis.

We can hear the chains loosen up when we’re dancing with these keys instead of tap dancing to the sounds of a breaking soul. Man on the mirror waiting for us to make the first move whilst we’re praying they show us the first step to success, a place of peace and not of wealth, should the wealth follow we’d be delighted.

Are we made to enjoy life or are we designed to break down... mentally, a social experiment?