Spend all my time writing,
to find a chance.
For a break.
That would make things okay.
There's always someone or reason,
To feel not enough.
And when it comes to the end of the day.
We need some distraction. To give us release.
As the memories seep from our veins.
Are wallets empty and weightless and maybe.
We make some Steem tonight.

If anyone hear these words.
We can fly far away from here.
From the darkness of the Crypto.
And the endlessness that is there.
We can rise from the wreckage,
Of this time we are in.
We can grow as a community.
You can then, always find comfort here.

So tired of all the lies, And everywhere it's typed.
Vultures and thieves at our back.
Steem keeps on going, they keep on building their lies,
That they make up, for what is lacked,
Won't make a difference as popularity is what wins.
And it's easier just to believe.
In this sweet madness there is a glorious sadness.
It brings me to my knees.

If anyone hear these words.
We can fly far away from here.
From the darkness of the Crypto.
And the endlessness that is there.
We can rise from the wreckage,
Of this time we are in.
We can grow as a community.
You can then, always find comfort here.